After 6,000 years, Dragon Palace welcomed back its other master again, which was of great significance. Unfortunately, Liu Fuguang did not think that he was the master of Dragon Palace.
He only regarded this as a transaction, using the chips he left in the Dragon Palace to exchange for peace and well-being in the world. Just like six thousand years ago, he could not be called the master of the Dragon Palace, and in the current situation, it is even more impossible.
Before the deal was done, he took one last look at the four children.
Yan Huan kept his promise and returned all the people and land of the two immortal sects, allowing them to survive unscathed.
The Taoists have a trick called the Bottle Trick, which, as the name suggests, is to shrink a large person or object to a size that can fit into a bottle. Just as all tricks are illusions, the so-called Bottle Trick is nothing more than an illusion that disappears once it is revealed. However, as a dragon god, Yan Huan's wish can make illusions become an unquestionable reality.
Therefore, when he returned the two mountain gates that had shrunk to the size of bottles to the True Immortal, the expression on the Immortal's face was a mixture of deep shock and fear.
"You have worked hard on this journey," Liu Fuguang said with a smile, "see you again if we are lucky enough."
Meng Xiaotang's eyes were filled with tears. She sniffed and really wanted to cry: "Can we meet again?"
"Yes," Liu Fuguang touched her head lovingly, "I definitely can."
Fairy Bai Xue was still young, and had only heard of Liu Fuguang's name in scattered rumors. She had just met him in person today. She looked at him with a complicated expression for a while, and whispered, "If his Dantian was intact, he would indeed be a perfect person with perfection in every way. Unfortunately..."
"Everyone has his own destiny," Chiying Zhenxian sighed, "The combination of the ultimate evil and the ultimate good only sounds perfect, but in fact it is too extreme, just like the combination of water and fire, which is destined to have a bad ending."
He wanted to say something else when a huge, ferocious eyeball suddenly burst out from the towering Dragon Palace behind Liu Fuguang and stared at him with murderous intent!
The two True Immortals stepped back in unison, their heartbeats suddenly beating faster than drums, knowing that their discussion had all been heard by the Dragon God, and that made him very unhappy.
“He’s watching closely…” Immortal Chiying silently wiped the sweat from his forehead and muttered softly.
Liu Fuguang and the four people over there were unaware of what was happening over there.
Sun Yinian bowed sincerely and said, "Next year, the peach blossoms will be in full bloom. I hope you will not forget our agreement."
"No," Liu Fuguang said gently, "I promised you, and I will definitely do it."
Xue Li also said: "The golden apricot trees in Jiuchong Palace have never withered in nine thousand years. It would be great if you could come and see them once."
"Okay," Liu Fuguang nodded, "Longquan Sword Immortal... I also knew him in the past. I am looking forward to seeing the apricot tree he planted."
When the two big ones pulled the four small ones and went away in a cloud of light, Liu Fuguang stood on the steps in the blood-and-fire sunset glow, squinted his eyes, and looked out quietly for a long time.
Yan Huan quietly appeared behind him, like a shadow transformed into a real entity. Just now, he greedily watched Liu Fuguang smiling softly and whispering to the insects, until his eyes were almost bleeding. Now that everyone was gone, he didn't dare to call him. Yan Huan was really afraid that the fragile entity in front of him was an illusion, and the illusion would disappear as soon as he spoke.