This is a story about rivers and lakes,
There has always been a place called Jianghu.
The flash of swords, the entanglement of grudges...
He smiled with a beauty that captivated the country: "Miss Wei, who is famous all over the world, what do you think of me?"
The tone was actually quite serious.
Looking at him steadily, my mind turned around countless times, but I realized that I had never really understood the person in front of me.
After a while, she heard her own cold voice, "Master Lingyan Pavilion, you are still my master for the time being."
Really, just the master? ! Is that so?