Long yuanting shook his head and sighed. I've already done my best. Xia qingchen, don't blame me for not giving you a chance!
A bolt of lightning flashed.
The figures on the mountaintop were as pale as ghosts in the dark ...
At that time.
Xia qingchen raised his head and looked at the sky.
"Is it going to rain?" Xia qingchen immediately rushed back.
They passed by a small pond.
He saw a 30-year-old young man using the water from the pond to cultivate a water-attribute martial technique.
When he noticed Xia qingchen passing by, his brows furrowed slightly. Xia qingchen? "
"Do you have any advice?" Xia qingchen turned his head over.
He was none other than fan tianchang.
Fan tianchang retracted his gaze and continued to practice his martial technique. He said lightly, ""Since there are such good conditions in the secret room, why are you running around instead of cultivating?"
"You're really worthy of her friendship!"
