C412 The Legend of Azure Ox
A burst of smoke and dust flew into the air. Qin Biao and the others had no choice but to cover their eyes with their hands. When the smoke and dust gradually dispersed, the last ray of the setting sun shone into the room. Qin Biao's eyes trembled slightly.
There was a very simple table in the room, and on the table was an ancient portrait. On the portrait was a young man in a green robe
