C1883

Wang Renyi was on the verge of tears as she looked at her torn Treasure Armor by Chen Sanqiu's fingers.

F * ck me.

He had spent a huge sum to buy this treasured robe.

Although Elder Wang was a relative that hadn't given him five uniforms, that was the only thing he could do.

Sword God Zong's refiners would not be so free as to use their treasured clothes to curry favor with him