C2714 The Flying Immortal Sect

A few months passed in a flash.

It was unknown how many stars they had crossed. Everyone sat on the wine gourd and continued to cultivate.

Only the gray-furred chicken was still climbing on the wine gourd. Its eyes were dull, and it could not arouse any interest in anything. It was as if it had lost its soul.

Losing the Harmonizing Pill was too much of a blow to the Patriarch