C768 Tao

Sinful City.

Zhang Yang sat cross-legged in the room with his hands on his knees. He did not breathe, his heart had stopped, his face was expressionless, and his eyes were tightly closed.

At this moment, there was not a single trace of life in his body. He sat there as if he had been dead for a very, very long time.

However, above his head, there was a rolling Black Fog