C744 stirring up trouble

A conspiracy was slowly brewing against Luo Hao, but Luo Hao did not know about it. At the moment, Luo Hao was sitting cross-legged on the bed, his black hair fluttering in the wind.

At the moment, there were no signs of true qi undulations around Luo Hao, but the surrounding space looked as though it was being blown by a blue phoenix, and was slowly floating like a curtain with cicada wings