Li Xiaohu took a sip of the immortal wine, glanced around, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Foster Father, of the more than one hundred thousand viewing stands in this Immortal Martial Arena, apart from the central one, our position is the best! You're truly remarkable, Foster Father!"
Lin Xuankong shook his head and laughed. "Stop flattering me! You should use this time to eat more immortal fruit and recoup the cost of the tickets. Although the Spiritual Crane Immortal Sect didn't check tickets, we bought them in advance. It would be too much of a loss not to eat our money's worth!"
