Zhang Xiaoman

The youth let out a sigh and carefully sensed his body. He found that the Tai Huang Jing within him was like a dormant Azure Dragon in the abyss, unable to be summoned. At this moment, all of his cultivation had vanished, leaving only a trace of protective Qi from the Tai Huang Jing.,Until that snowy night, when someone brought back the body of their already frozen father, they couldn't stop crying.,At this moment, the old man opened an antique box with eager anticipation. He took out a painting scroll from inside and unfurled it, admiring it.。