The secret of the fall of the God of War a hundred years ago is hidden in the broken wooden box of the watchman in Yelin Town.
Chen Yan touched the hot system in his arms and listened to the gossip of the townspeople scolding him for "knocking on the wrong gong." He just pretended not to hear it - after all, he had just used the points from hunting ten second-level demon wolves to draw the fragment of "The Art of Returning All Laws to One" in the gold-level pool.
Until that night, the disciples of the outer sect held up the black iron sword and smashed open the watchman's chamber: "Hand over the prince's jade token, and I will spare your useless body." Chen Yan wiped the Hidden Breath Pill that he just drew and smiled: "The jade token? I have something that your sect master can kneel down and beg for - but I have to show you first how hard the watchman's fist is."
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It's been seven chapters, and I haven't appeared in front of anyone once. I've always been intimidated. Author: Society has changed, and it is no longer the era of slowly laying the groundwork.
It's been seven chapters, and I haven't appeared in front of anyone once. I've always been intimidated. Author: Society has changed, and it is no longer the era of slowly laying the groundwork.