Chapter Forty-Nine: The Night Watchman

ttering the incoming stones.The right hand brandished the sword unceasingly. Slashing or parrying. With difficulty, it maintained its balance in the storm.The sandstorm, like a gigantic grinding mill...轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！anity," and a great expectation for the common destiny of humankind.As the song ended, I was almost moved to tears.For millennia, generation after generation of extraordinary cultivators have fought a...