C1900 Sword Form(2)

1900-Jian Cheng (2)

The Taigong was the quiet room that Chen Fan had refined. Weng Yan had a cold expression on his face. From time to time, he would raise his head and look at the sky. There was an unresolvable melancholy in his eyes.

Deep in the sky, the sound of muffled thunder could be heard. The sky, which was originally ten thousand miles wide