C1194 Tentative

Wang Xiaohu had been sitting in the desert for thirty years, and he hadn't moved at all.

It was as if there was still a sliver of difference between the two. Wang Xiaohu's sword intent was unable to reach completion.

"Sigh …" With a sigh, Wang Xiaohu stood up. At this moment, his cultivation was several times stronger than it was back then. After thirty years of sitting still