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Bai Fan looked curiously at Zhan Xiaolou and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"I... "I have a few precious herbs that are about to wither, so …" Battling Little Lou naturally wouldn't say anything about a pregnant tree. He only said that it was a withered herb.

Bai Fan came to a realization. "I know, you also need that spring water. It would be better if you could accompany me along the way. However, Southcloud is a place far from here, which is similar to the border of the moon. It will take more than half a month to travel here …"

The gas in his eyes collapsed as he heard the time. Half a month? Not to mention the fact that he needed to detoxify Jing Jue every three days, even the day of his marriage with Qu Li was only a few days away. It seemed like no matter what, this Nan Yun would not be able to go.

Seeing Zhan Xiaolou's regretful face, Bai Fan laughed. "Lou, you don't have to worry. If you can't go, I'll bring water back for you. Anyway, the purpose of your visit is just spring water, right?"

Zhan Xiaolou's eyes lit up. That's right! Look at her stupidity.

"I'll be troubling you then. I'll be waiting in the capital for your news. I originally wanted to invite you for a cup of wine on the second day of the second month, my wedding day, but now it seems …" But it's fine. When you come back, we'll celebrate again. "

"Then we won't leave until we're drunk tonight!" Bai Fan laughed heartily. With a wave of his hand, several people came over with fine wine.

Thus, on this night, Zhan Xiaolou and Bai Fan chatted merrily until dawn arrived.

The second day was the fifteenth day of the first month. The entire country was immersed in the flavor of the new year, with bright red lanterns hanging everywhere. People were setting off firecrackers for the New Year fairs, which was the busiest time of the year …

Mo Bei Guo.

A small border country of the Windchanter Continent, situated in an extremely cold area. The mountains were high and the roads were steep, and the snow fell all year round. In recent years, the climate had grown increasingly colder, and it was no longer suitable for human habitation.

If he wanted to survive, he had to find a new home.

The soil was fertile, and the four seasons were clear. Located in the plains, there were many males and few females. The low combat strength of the Mystical Moon Nation was like an alluring piece of fat that Mo Beiguo had already set his sights on.

At this moment, within Mo Bei Divine Palace, a silver robed man with silver hair, eyebrows, and even eyelashes was in deep meditation.

It was impossible to tell how old he was, or how long he had been in this position. Even though there were several brazier pots in the room, the cold air still permeated into his bone marrow.

Everything was so silent that it seemed lifeless. Even the silver-haired man's breathing seemed to have disappeared.

"Crunch."

A clear sound resounded in the space that had almost stopped.

The silver-haired man suddenly opened his eyes and stood up, walking towards the source of the voice.

There was an ancient tortoise shell on the dignified and magnificent sacrificial altar. At this moment, several cracks had already appeared on the tortoise shell, and the voice just now had come from there.

The silver-haired man's expression changed drastically. He immediately knelt down reverently in front of the altar, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.

God bless Mo Bei!

After kneeling down for who knows how long, he suddenly regained his senses when the male servants who brought him food entered. He stood up, respectfully took the turtle shell into his arms, turned around and ran out of the divine palace.

The male servants looked at the silver-haired man's back as he ran off in the distance in astonishment. They did not know why the usually aloof and joyful High Priest was so nervous.

In Mo Bei's palace, the revered High Priest Yin Shang was running around excitedly with a piece of tortoise shell in his arms, completely ignoring the people bowing to him on both sides of the road.

Everyone secretly glanced at him with disbelief in their eyes. Yin Shang was a man above tens of thousands of people in Mo Bei Guo, and he was also the man with the highest status. Yet, at this moment, he lost his composure like this.