C458 Listening

Whoosh!

A bone-piercing cold gale attacked, and the curtain of the Asura palanquin was slightly lifted. The next moment, Xuanyuan Beiming's upright posture suddenly appeared at the edge of the palanquin.

His eyebrows were like willow trees, and his body was like a jade tree. He was wearing an embroidered robe that was as black as ink