picted a man with a sword standing on a mountain peak, his head reaching for the starry sky, and beneath him, black wind swirled around his feet. The tip of his sword pointed at a kneeling black dog....my little sister. Why would you..."Wang Xuan suddenly sat up from the stone bed, opened his eyes, and let out a long breath.A dreamNo!Wang Xuan's gaze fell upon the pristine bed sheets, where a crimso...
Chapter 122: The Tower of Succession, Unmatched Prowess