C697 Anger apocalypse clan

"Greetings, my Lord."

Countless people knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Feng Qingxiao who was sitting on his warhorse. Green covered the fields. Not far away, there was a lake, one big and one small. It was sparkling. This place was where he stood, and it would grow from here. Perhaps one day, he would be able to see the end of it, and all the lands would be subservient to his feet