Zhang Xiaoman

On the peak of Mount Tai, a bolt of lightning ripped through the void, shattering the altar used for sacrificial offerings. A white day thunderclap, coupled with the destruction of ancient ruins, sparked heated debate among the people.,But this life, Luo Chen couldn't help but sneer again. We can play slowly.,Luochin was a celestial being in his past life. With his experience, how could he possibly not understand。