"Master... Is no longer here. You guys, you are trying to get closer to the Immortal Platform." Ji Shen curled his lips and tightened his grip on the sword in his hand.
Many immortal sects could not tolerate him like this, so they all attacked in groups.
Wherever his sword fell, there was no sound or breath.
In this way, he killed everyone who stood in front of him and defended the Immortal Platform.
It was snowing again one year, and he leaned under the stage, watching the snow and drinking.
Suddenly, his eyes were in a trance.
It's as if the face from back then is still before my eyes, lifelike.
Mission: Caring for the elite is everyone's responsibility.