C1660 A Strike from a Martial Emperor

Ye Feng nodded to slovenly old man via divine sense. In fact, there was a reason why he cared so much about the Fallen Dragon Stone.

Yang Mingxian was still lying in the crystal coffin. Ye Feng found it hard to calm down. When he thought of the tiny bits and pieces of the bamboo hut underneath the Zijinshan, the longing in his heart burst forth like a spring.

As for the Holy City of Ling Tian