This conversation also allowed Zhang Shiyi to find a little direction.

Since there are immortals in this world, then you have a chance to regain your strength and find a way out.

After all, those ordinary people in the world will also call those who cultivate the truth immortals.

Immortals and immortals~

"Damn, Brother Zhang, look what it is!"

Just as everyone was about to leave to look for herbs, Zhang Shiyi suddenly found the distinctive branches and leaves growing on the big tree above his head.

If it weren't for Zhang Shiyi, it would be just right

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