C1941 Question

"Back at the God Suppressing Hall again?"

Bing Yunyan and Zhao Li were both taken aback.

Bai Yeh's brow furrowed.

He strode forward and cast a glance at Qin Wanglong.

Qin's skin was cracked, his body riddled with wounds, soaked in blood, presenting a ghastly sight.

His cultivation remained intact, yet his life hung by a thread. The Time Trace was in disarray