C1846 Zhang Qianyan's Faith

Time passed quickly.

Just when Chen Sanqiu was still meditating, a delicate fragrance came again.

Surprisingly, it was already noon of the second day.

Frowning, Chen Sanqiu stood up and walked out of the tent. He saw the Zi Yun Palace, Holy Maiden, and Ling Cui charmingly standing there.

"Why are you here again?" Chen Sanqiu frowned and looked at Ling Cui helplessly