C413 You Still Have the Face to Come?

The young man's tongue was tied. "Palace, Palace, Palace, Palace Lord!"

Shen Qingling and Su Wuyi walked up to the stage step by step. Their sleeves fluttered, and the winter wind carried a bone-piercing chill. It was this kind of pain that made the disciples' faces hurt. It made them realize that they were not dreaming. This was true!

Palace Lord and Saintess