C499 Fatty Chu

At the base of Spirit Mountain, a multitude of Martial Cultivators queued up, forming a serpentine line that stretched from the mountain's midsection down to its foot, all seeking the coveted pills.

Just then, a fortuitous cloud glided in from the distance. Atop it was a resplendent carriage, flanked by two beautiful maidservants holding a canopy aloft, with a golden dragon at the helm