C58 Old Man of the City Gate

The wind whistled as the clouds churned.

Fang Qing sat on the shoulder of the Ancient Blue Prison, distancing himself from Di Hongtian.

"Where are you taking me?" When he saw the retreating ground, he couldn't help but ask.

He didn't know much about the affairs of the Jianghu, but he knew a lot about Di Hongtian. It was really because the story of Di Hongtian was spreading in the Jianghu