Chapter 138: Primordial Chaos and the Hungry Ghosts of Extre

ft onto a small path. In less than half an incense stick's time, you will see the Green Willow River surrounded by weeping willows.A gentle evening breeze caresses the face, and the bright moon is ref... his hand pressed down upon the longsword.A sudden pang of longing struck.>From the depths of the Five Palaces Sea, a cold light slashed across the vast expanse of the sky. It was the sword spirit of...