C847 Great sorrow and joy

The Dragon King was dead.

Chen Changsheng was dead.

The two giant boulders that were pressing down on his heart finally fell down.

There were poets who wrote poetry, and there were people who wrote poetry.

Singing praises for the selfless dedication of the various big sects, ridiculing the evil deeds of the Dragon King and Chen Changsheng, as well as their unknown lives