C688 On the eve of the great war

When he returned to the Divine Palace, it was already dusk, and the setting sun hung in the sky like blood. Jun Ling looked up high in the sky at Li Moyun and the others who were currently bitterly cultivating, and his shouts echoed within the forest.

But in the next few days, Jun Ling went back and forth between the Tibetan Cloud Pavilion s, and if he did not go there every time