C32 Blue Card Warriors

Half a month later, Zhang Fan stood on the battle stage with his hands behind his back, his white robe fluttering in the wind, the three thousand black threads on his head still fluttering in the wind, a calm expression on his innocent face, and a pair of black eyes that flickered with purple light from time to time. At the waist of his white robe hung a blue token, and in half a month's time