C328 Seventy Years of Rising Wind and Rising Clouds

"Alright!" Chu Yunxuan agreed without hesitation. Firstly, Xin Yi was still in Xiao Jinrong's hands, secondly, he died miserably in Bei Yan's hands, although it wasn't killed by him, it was still a lamentable thing. Chu Yunxuan didn't feel wronged changing his clothes, but Chu Yunxuan waved his hand and carried him to the side room. Xiao Jinghong and the other two followed closely behind him