If Mu Jinfeng was a piece of ice, then Ternence shivered and held this piece of ice in his arms for more than ten years, thinking that it would eventually turn into a puddle of spring water. But when he took off his clothes and took a look, he found that the ice was still the same piece of ice, but the edges and corners were rounder.
The days of chasing great gods are long and difficult. . . . . .