When!
The bells tolled loudly, piercing the sky and startling countless small beasts and birds in the mountains.
The purple air is dense, and the pavilions and pavilions are looming in the sea of clouds.
Wu-Tang.
Go up to De Peak.
"Senior Brother Ning, what's going on with the story behind?" A young master in the green pine forest in the back mountain asked with his hands on his chin, blinking and looking at the slightly older young Taoist priest sitting in front of him.
The young Taoist looks like he is only sixteen or seventeen years old, but his overall temperament is not as lively and agile as that of this age group, but rather lazy and carefree.
