C383 Take a Dead Man and Tell Him Things

The one-inch long firelight could not offset the desolation in the Hall of Spring and Autumn right now.

Fang Ling's heart felt as if it was being slashed by a knife. He was originally an innocent little girl, yet he suffered such a calamity for the sake of the Myriad Cauldron Sect.

Fang Hua also stood to the side, tears flowing uncontrollably. Previously