Within the True Martial Holy Sect, white cranes cried in unison, auspicious clouds descended from the heavens, and spiritual springs surged forth like seas, spraying into the sky.,Xu Zimo felt a familiar breath from inside the bead. Suddenly, his eyes widened, as if he had thought of something incredible.,As for the second point, Xu Zimo wasn't in a hurry to improve his cultivation. He was enjoying this atmosphere very much.。