The lobby was packed, and we walked upstairs.

The first, second, third, fourth, and fifth floors were full, and most of the guests were gorgeously dressed, and at first glance they were not ordinary immortal cultivators.

The three of them came to the sixth floor, and it was also full.

"Senior Brother Tong, if you don't mind, let's squeeze it!"

A loud man's voice rang out.

Tong Qian followed the voice and saw a tall and thin young man in a yellow shirt standing at the door of a private room.

"Daojun: I Have a Monument to Enlightenment" 74 Zihu Lao Dao (no one today) is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,

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