C1533 Eight Hours Eight Hours

In the study hung a landscape painting that hid countless Five Elements Eight Trigrams formations.

The writing table was burning with the fragrance of incense, the scent of sandalwood assailing the nostrils.

Ye Qingru stood at the door, her feet like lead, unable to move even half a step.

Half a minute later, six-finger Chen, who was playing chess, looked up