Canglangxing

At the age of seventeen, in the early stages of Qi condensation, he was called a waste. But when he floated down from the river three years ago, the wounds on his body healed at a speed that even a strong person in the Holy Realm could not. Go west to the end of the river. Behind that door, there were his enemies, his subordinates, and everything he had thrown away. And—— I owe him my life.