Luoyang is lively inside and outside, but the White Tiger Fairyland is plain and plain.

[Immortal Sect] The disciples of Guzhai practiced, and merchants and farmers followed their own actions. The elderly and old man walked slowly with their staff, and the young son played happily.

A peaceful and stable atmosphere filled the mountains and the city.

The only thing that was incompatible with it was Chen Chengzhou, who was frowning on the moat.

"Half a month has passed, why haven't you seen what the king said..."

"City guard! Red fish! Red fish!"

The inner disciple Luo Meng shouted, interrupting Chen Chengshou's murmuring.

Red fish?

Chen Chengshou looked at him with a glimpse of the water in the moat.

A red fish is more than half a meter long. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!