Weren’t You Supposed to Be the Child of the Stars? You’re the Father of the Sun?
说好的星辰之子呢？你太阳之父？
- Status
- Completed
- Length
- 81k Words
- Genre
- Urban
- Subgenre
- Urban Cultivation
- Updated
- 12mo ago
- Source
- Fanqie
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Shen Baigui was still thinking about Du Yu's words. However, it was just a sigh after all. For an immortal, three thousand years may be just a blink of an eye. However, the corruption of the body is always followed by the withering of the soul. The years are as heavy as iron chains, and the soul that is pressed down was once as proud.