C383 Zhang 384 Ignite

Two hours and two hours passed, and the beads of sweat on Zi Yun's head turned from the size of a grain of rice to the size of a soybean, then fell down. Dropping onto his long robe, he fell onto the grass. His face was already somewhat red. He put his hands on his knees and closed his eyes. There were many cracks on his lips. Bai Chi was sitting across from him, observing his every move