C958 Look at the Little Bird
What kind of problem was this?
Everyone was stunned for a moment, then they began to think about it.
Zhao Guangtian frowned and muttered in a low voice, "Saint Lord has asked us about how these many vengeful spirits were formed …"
His entire body trembled, and even the beard on his chin trembled a few times.
It was as if he had found a new direction
