C1365 The Number One Disciple in the Sanctuary

"Chen'er, are you alright?"

At the foot of the Sacred Gate in the early morning, the air was especially cold.

Han Chen had used his feet to walk for an entire night, but he still had not stepped out of the saint door's boundary.

Looking at the silent and indifferent Han Chen, Bai Muxuan was especially worried, afraid that the other party would not be able to get past the hurdle in her heart