C419 A Sword

Mu Fenghee's words were half-guessing and half-comforting.

He wasn't completely sure, but he couldn't think of any other way to stop Chu Jinghong.

Fortunately, his words were very useful. As expected, Chu Jinghong calmed down.

Chu Jinghong raised her head and looked around. There was ice everywhere, and there was nothing special about it.

Moreover