The river was turbulent, turning up heavy waves, and the white droplets were splashing, not much inferior to the bow and crossbow, but before it fell on Chu Tai, it was covered by the glow, and the water droplets scattered like a drizzle, and the lotus flowers were born in the ripples, paving the way for Chu Tai.

One step, two steps, three steps......

Hundred lotus, thousand lotus, ten thousand lotus......

There are more and more lotus phantoms around Chu Tai, and the glow on the top is getting more and more abundant, and everyone on the Heaven-Filling Cliff also sees a little bit of grace.

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