Chapter 107: Holy Liquid

fucian ancestor, the leaves of the ancient tea tree quivered, sprinkled with light rain, and issued a mournful sobbing sound.the cold wind is even colder."born here, buried here, Confucian ancestors a...inally wanted to continue to fight the third prince in order to practice his palms.since the Lord of Nine Counties threw the sword over, he naturally caught it and said, "in that case, let's end it ah...