C72 Acquaintance

At the peak of the Mount Kunlun, immortal qi coiled about ?

In the empty and quiet great hall, Shen Qingchen closed his eyes and sat cross-legged.

Incense was burning in the incense burner at the corner of the room. Smoke rose in spirals, and a faint fragrance filled the air.

"The color is not different, the sky is not different, the color is empty, the color is empty, when you want to know