C16 Twelve Years a Day

"Junior, junior's disciple is still deep in there. I'll go take a look." Hearing Zhong Kui's words, Wu Qingnian's expression changed as he retreated several steps back. When he saw Zhong Kui sitting down with his legs crossed, a wisp of smoke was left behind.

Zhong Kui suddenly stretched out his hand, and in front of him, a phantom image of a huge withered hand appeared out of nowhere