In the straw hut, Ling'e pouted and carefully wiped the water stains on her face with a handkerchief.
Li Changshou smiled apologetically. Then, he frowned and folded his arms. His immortal senses were focused on the young man outside the mountain gate. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes.
What happened?
That shouldn't be the case.
How is that possible?
Is this young man, Li Jing, the general of Chen Tang Custom? Madam Yin's husband? The father of San Zha? He will definitely be picked up empty-handed… Ahem, that's not possible.
Could it be that he would become a god in a few decades?
Something is obviously wrong!
The South Continent does not have any Black Bird Shang. From a mortal point of view, there was no sign of the Shang Nation, which was the main target of the God Conferment!
