C300 Postnatal Martial Artist Wang Xi

The next day, at six o'clock in the morning, when the morning light was dim, the entire Heaven Gate Mountain was covered with a thin layer of fog.

In Wang Xi's room, Wang Xi was sitting cross-legged while Zhou Fann, who was dressed in sportswear, was standing to the side.

"Hu!"

Wang Xi closed his eyes. There seemed to be a pattern between his breathing and breathing