The Saint's Small Clothes, Run to the Training Grounds
Éditeur: Atlas Studios
When Zhao Gongming left the Little Qiong Peak, he felt like a thief who had escaped.
Li Changshou hinted to him that the weak Cosmic Ruler was still an item of the Heavenly Courts. Zhao Gongming could secretly comprehend it. He did not want to use it against the enemy.
Cosmic Ruler, twenty-four Sea-Calming Divine Pearls…
In front of the Pill Chamber, Li Changshou sat on the rocking chair and casually snapped his fingers. The short table and jade plate in the room disappeared. He stood up and placed the half-filled jar of immortal wine in the bookshelf.
The death of Randeng lasted for a long time.
Li Changshou shifted his attention to the paper effigies everywhere and monitored the direction of public opinion in the five continents of the Primordial World and the trichiliocosm.