Clear sky and bright sun.
The autumn wind rustles, freezing and killing the cold insects.
Should the Young Dragon Martial Saint be the "River Stone," the great rivers and streams of the world would inevitably flow and wash, crashing out waves.
The moment the Three Realms Celestial of the Three Islands breaks through, it's akin to a pebble in the shoe, a fish bone in the throat, a flying midge in the eye, impossible to ignore!
Even with Liang Qu in the quiet chamber, restraining his Qi Machine, within several miles... all can sense it!
"That direction..." Uncle Changxing raises his head.
"Returning to you, sir, it's the direction of the Liang Residence, that alley shouldn't have many Grandmasters."
"When did Marquis Xingyi come to the Imperial Capital?"
Outside the Imperial City, the Accumulated Water Pond; inside the Imperial City, the Taiye Pool.
