C132 Parietal

Ren Zihua glanced at his son a few times.

"To be a water and land training hall for the dead?" The veins on his forehead throbbed. What kind of lousy method is this? This was something that the government should be in charge of? After a moment of depression, he finally recovered his voice.

"My words are weird and disorderly."

If he dared to do so