In Little Qiong Peak of the Immortal Du Sect, Li Changshou stood in the forest with his hands behind his back and pondered quickly.
The Four Immortal Vanquishing Swords are hanging above me, asking me how long it has been.
The fairy is as wonderful as the clouds. Why is she using the name of the Saint?
Yes, the description of this mental state is too tactful. A conventional expression would be…
Li Changshou was speechless. His hands were like claws, and he had nowhere to put them. As his body twitched, he gritted his teeth.
What the hell!
Is the Saint going to pull me into Jie School?
