Green Fire World, unparalleled sacred city!
After more than ten million years, the unparalleled sacred city was still the sacred cultivation ground that countless cultivators of the Green Fire World yearned for.
In the grand manor, two figures sat on the grass.
One of the two was not only tall, but also quite fat. At a glance, it looked as if a small mountain had fallen there.
The other person was a beautiful girl dressed in black with a hint of weakness. This girl looked weak, but the invisible coldness she exuded was enough to make countless cultivators revere her.
These two people, one was called Wang Yuan, and the other was called Su Rou.
"So boring. These days are getting more and more boring." Wang Yuan held a wine pot in his hand and drank by himself.
