"Master's injury..."
"It's all over now." Zhenjun Liuyun stuffed a Fontaine toffee into his disciple's lips, "How come you, on the other hand, froze Li Shui's beard yesterday?"
"He said that the master's machine skills are not as good as death..."
The sound of fireworks from the Hai Lantern Festival drowned out the chuckle that escaped from Xianjun's throat.
Intention: The breeze blows the clouds, and the flowing water illuminates the crane's shadow
