C307 Was This Immortal a Madman?
A figure clad in black with white hair stood suspended above Hanqing Hall. His robe whipped about in the wind, making a sharp sound, and his piercing gaze seemed to carry an intense coldness.
Bai Jingzhou himself was completely taken aback, and so were the people of Hanqing Hall.
Why had such a formidable being arrived so early in the morning?
The figure was enveloped in lightning
