C328 The bitter hatred compresses the golden thread year after year

The smelly tofu, Ghost May Cry, Young Master Moon-admiring and Ouyang Feiying and his son had all succeeded in their plans.

The marks left by the big array above Four Directions City faded, Li Ren's eyes were filled with eagerness, he did not know how much luck Frontier Elder had painstakingly prepared.

With a point of his finger