C155 No Flying

The moon falls and the stars are sparse and the Golden Crow is born.

The bright afterglow of the morning sun was like a drizzle falling from the spring breeze, and it covered every corner of the House Hall where Zhang Henn was.

At this moment.

Yuen Hee's ears were listening to the 'Master Yuan', who was like a tidal wave, paying his respects along the way. However