The Sixth Prince's Doomsday

Yang Hongling shook her head." We've been together for a long time. We know each other very well. Plus, we've been by Grandpa's side. We've seen a lot of things. Our horizons are very high. We're very direct and sensitive."

"I broke through!"

" It's within my expectations to collect so many spirit herbs."

"The soul master also broke through."

"Are Du Chengming's ten-thousand-year-old spirit herbs in your hands?" Yang Hongling responded quickly.

"Yes."

"No wonder!" Yang Hongling suddenly understood and said.

"You're not human! I originally wanted to catch up to you, but now it seems that it's impossible."

Zhang Ronghua shrugged and ate the ginseng fruit.

The Nine Heavens Wind blew, causing their hair to flutter. They were in the clouds, as if they had become one with the world. No one spoke, and they enjoyed the rare warmth in front of them.

When the sky turned dark.