Martial Arts: Flying and Domineering

Xia Chan hummed. Under the hot summer day, a gentle and elegant figure sat cross-legged in the pavilion. His delicate features were wrinkled together, as if he was suffering from great pain. The sweat on his forehead dripped down his eyebrows. As the most noble person in the palace, this was the first time for him to bear such great pain. Two voices sounded in the sea of ​​consciousness, making him gradually lose consciousness. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.