C550 Dead Point

Suzheng of Tibetan Scripture Repeated to One hundred and sixty-five

Dawn was approaching and the sky was turning white.

Duke of Tianshui Zhao Huan had been waiting on the Longevity Terrace for an entire night, but no one came to pick him up.

At this moment, his face was haggard and his body withered. It was as if he had aged twenty years in one night. He slightly opened his eyes