C181 Mustard One Dream

Ling Yun was sitting on top of the city wall, so more than half of the cultivators in the Qingquan County City had come over, because some of the fifteen people in the group were from the same sect.

After all, no matter how many people there were, it didn't matter to Ling Yun. Originally, when they came to Qingquan County, if they were in charge of an army, there was no need to say anything more