C128 Chapter 29 - the Son of Heaven

In the early morning, a layer of faint white mist arose from the mountain, and it was as if the mountain forest was covered with strands of misty and hazy gauze. On a clearing in the forest, Zhao Yun, who was wearing a black tight suit, was practicing his spear arts. His Seven-Pointed Snake Spear had already reached the Perfection Stage, and the sharp silver gun s were agile like a silver snake