C1443 The past of Wangfu

"What the hell is going on?" Yang Xuan saw the figure in the corner leave and asked curiously. He heard Wangfu say to Yang Xuan in a hurry, "Shh..."

He looked around and saw that there was no one around. There was a flame on his fingertip. He used the flame to write and draw in the air. Wherever the flame passed, there was a faint fluorescent light