C115 Qingyun Pagoda

A gentle breeze blew across her face and rustled Ling Lin's hair. A faint fragrance wafted into Wu steel-like nostrils, momentarily absent-minded. She fixed her gaze on that independent building. Where was Yao locked up? Jiang Xia was skeptical, but the information he got from Fei Ze was indeed similar to the description of the place where the Yun Cheng faction was holding the prisoners