C213 You Think You Are Worthy of Being Called a Grandmaster?

Inside the Inheritance Tower, Zhang Xuan sat in a meditative pose, cross-legged.

The little Baloo had overindulged, its body round and plump, resembling a piglet. It scampered across Zhang Xuan's body, drawing frequent glances from the young girls. The men, green with envy, dared not reveal their feelings