C3338 Gold Thread of Pearl

Early morning.

The sun was shining.

A guest had arrived at Hidden Treasure Pavilion, and was led in by Tao Chengxi. Walking in the front, it was as if they were returning home, and arrived at Bamboo Mountain.

The purple qi came from the east.

Yang Ping stood at the top of the mountain and breathed into the red sun with a calm expression.

In the room.

Ming Zhu frowned