A wisp of golden incense pillar curled up and burned. The smoke and fire gathered into a painting, recalling the glorious years of the past.
Like a stone thrown into a mirror lake, the scene fluctuated.
An Le was a little curious about what kind of past this wisp of Molten Gold Age Qi could see and what kind of Age Dao Fruit it could gather.
Under the spring rain in the mountains, the young girl who stood quietly behind him with an umbrella and followed him to the 300th step of Green Mountain, Ye Wenxi of the Ye family… It was rumored that she was also the owner of the Little Sacred Token and a competitor for An Le.
Therefore, he was curious.
It was reasonable to take advantage of competitors to strengthen himself.
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The evening clouds were thick, and white snow flew from the sky.
It was cold and sinister.