C696 Shrinkage Rippling Mountains
The atmosphere in the main hall was indescribably solemn and tense
Ye Yao's expression was cold and her kneeled on the ground with an ice-cold gaze. No matter what Shentu Yitian asked, her emotions remained the same, without the slightest bit of happiness or anger.
Shentu Yitian held the Ever-Flame Sword in his hand and sat on the side of the bed