The two of them chatted for a long time.
Yi Qingwu had been busy comprehending the Dao, so she hadn't accepted the original essence that was gifted to her earlier.
It hovered mid-air, swaying and spinning with the rhythm.
At this moment, Ye Chen spoke.
Xuanhuan / Martial Arts
Mature / Xuanhuan
Xuanhuan / Adventure
Xianxia / Xuanhuan
LitRPG / Horror
LitRPG / Horror
Xianxia / Xuanhuan
Xianxia / Slice of Life
Adventure / Fantasy
Xianxia / Comedy