"It seems that you still can't let go of Qinghe, Changsheng is determined to see this through to the end," Zuo An shook his head and sighed, "Now I think being carefree might not be such a bad thing for you."
The suddenly struck Wu Ke: ...
Zuo An patted Wu Ke on the shoulder and then went to the Spring Breeze Pavilion.
Xiao Chen was standing in the empty building, spacing out. All of the portraits he had painted before had been destroyed, not a single one left.
It was obvious even to his toes that it was Dongfang Wuya's doing.
When Zuo An entered the Spring Breeze Pavilion, he just so happened to see Xiao Chen's dark profile, a side of him he had never seen before.
Xiao Chen had always made a good impression on him, being humble and courteous, a person liked by all disciples of Sky Pole Sect. Yet such a person was actually the Ancestral Dragon, known for his bloodthirst and love for war.
