Chapter Forty-Two: The Immortal in Wine

f cultivators in dark robes landed, faintly sealing off the surroundings.The head cultivator's face was gaunt and pale. The dark robe on his body had frost patterns embroidered at the hem.He had a pai...轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！this moment, reflected in the gesture of her pointing finger.The eight directions are at her command! Arrows rain down, making way for her. Magical currents part before her.Her brilliance is blinding!...