Immortal Travel of Longevity

“Mr. Chen.”

Stone tablets suddenly rose from the bottom of the Desolate Sea.

At first glance, they looked like an island, but it was actually a Water Demon in disguise.

Fuxi stood atop Baxia, holding a Folding Fan. He bowed slightly toward Mr. Chen.

Chen Changsheng looked at him and smiled warmly. “I haven’t seen you for a long time.”

Many Water Demons like Fuxi wandered the Desolate Sea, but only those with enough power could do so safely. Otherwise, they quickly became food for other Water Demons.

Fuxi had come earlier too, but he hadn’t gotten a chance to speak with Mr. Chen.

Now that they met again, they had more to say.

But most of it was unimportant things.