C1219

Lin Yun and Qingxiao walked to the deepest part of Yaochi Palace.

High above in the throne, the image of the Yao Chi Martial Saint was still dignified and beautiful with a myriad of grace and peerless grace.

The high table in front of her was filled with delicacies and fine nectar.

It was a pity that they were only illusions.

"The enormous hall is all an illusion