"Where... Is this?" Zhan Zhao stood up slowly, pushed aside the thorns in front of him, and found that he had been ruthlessly thrown into an inexplicable time and space by time. I don't know when this was, I don't know where this is.
"Why! Why!" Young Nan Xia suddenly felt extremely aggrieved. He swung his sword and slashed at the weeds and dead branches that were entangled with him.
He disappeared when he least should have.
Will Mr. Bao tell the Emperor that because my Qing Gong is too high, I accidentally jumped too high and it took a long, long time to fall down...
"How many times has this happened..." He started to stop, dragging his inexplicably tired body step by step on the hills at dusk, "I am once again left behind in time..."