C901 Trickster Trash That Falsely Reports Cultivation
In a luxurious hall in Jintong.
Beams of white mist emerged as the clouds evaporated, and the medicinal fragrance overflowed in all directions.
Jiang Haishan's body, which was as tall as a mountain, was right in the middle of soaking himself in a bath barrel that was filled with medicine, using hard work to force poison.
His face was like golden paper, and he was sweating profusely