C403 Terminal pathway

The sky had returned to calm.

After Teng Qingshan, there were no more ripples.

The place which people praised as the extreme realm of sword intent was Qingshan.

Now he had been reduced to ruins.

On the small hill behind the green mountain, Lu Beiyou carried the unconscious Mu Qiuqiu with a gloomy face.

He thought that meeting a parent would be a simple task