There is no time to cultivate the truth, and it will take several years in a flash. It has been ten years since Zhan Jiu officially became a disciple of Wanjianmen.

Eighty thousand miles east of Wanjian Peak, Zhan Jiu sat on the ground on a low and bare mound, drinking with his right spirit wood Mulan. And in the red-haired forest about a hundred miles away, there was already a huge fire, and the vibrations there could be felt at any time.

"I built a plank road openly and secretly went to Chen Cang. The master of the Peak was playing beautifully, but he actually brought out ordinary brothers and horses without knowing it." Mu Lan was good at drinking, drank a bowl of three hundred-year-old wine in one gulp, and burped a rich spiritual hiccup and said to Zhan Jiu.
Chapter completed!