C1296 Gold Thread of Pearl

Early morning.

The sun was shining.

A guest arrived at Hidden Treasure Pavilion, and Tao Chengxi led the way. Walking in the front, it was as if they were returning home, arriving at Bamboo Mountain.

The purple qi came from the east.

Yang Ping stood at the top of the mountain and breathed into the red sun with a calm expression.

In the room.

Ming Zhu frowned