Chapter 112: The Musician

his storage bag and crushed it.Then, Wang Xuan sat cross-legged in meditation by the Cold Pond.The moon was bright, and the stars were sparse. After an unknown amount of time, a wave of crimson heat s...轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！s youthful and sunny, but his eyes hold a tranquil confidence.The woman in the white dress, a powerful figure, observed the boy. She scrutinized his face, this being the first time she had ever looked...