C432 Song Shang

One hundred and fourteen passages of Tibetan Scripture from Shanzheng to 114

It was still the same as before, the Hanging Arch Palace.

Zhao Huan had nowhere to go.

Only in this grand hall could he calm his fearful heart.

Now that the city was in ruins, even the mighty emperor's aura couldn't stop his arm from trembling.

Zhao Huan looked at his Highness