C72 Sacred heart lake

Time was like quicksand in the gaps between his fingers, passing by inadvertently.

A day's worth of time was nothing more than a blink of an eye to a cultivator. After the Freshmen Competition ended, just as Liu Mubai had said, most of the students started to fight for the position of instructor, but very few of them were acknowledged by the instructor.

Qin Shaojie, on the other hand