in the sea of bamboo, the peach blossom rain gradually became smaller.
the layer of flower petals on the ground melted like ice and snow, silently burrowing into the soil.
bai wushang paced back and forth, his furrowed brows unable to relax.
this saint venerable, who claimed to be invincible, was too unreliable.
he was actually told to reserve the contract slot for the angel and plan to go to another ancient top force, the " holy court " to cause trouble?
this matter didn't sound as risky as a rebellion by the lineage of death.
however, the level of trouble was not much different, and there was a strong element of uneasiness.
" come to think of it, there are indeed very few famous people in history who can contract high-quality holy dragons, holy angels, and holy giants at the same time ... is there some unknown secret behind this, or is there an indescribable restriction that jointly maintains some kind of balance? "
bai wushang's thoughts were far away.
