The Thief of the Skies treads on the moon and leaves its fragrance behind. That is the Thief of the Skies. The Thief Saint serves pearl, jade, and white-jade soup. That is the Thief Saint. The Thief of the Skies is the bright moon above, a peerless gentleman fit only to admire from afar. The Thief Saint is a breeze in this world, light and carefree, yet impossible to touch. This is a story about the Thief of the Skies and the Thief Saint, a story born of imagination.
Collection support, I haven't seen a Wulin Gaiden novel for a long time
It's 9012 years and I can still drink Chubai, come on, madam!