C924 Foveola

At the head of Cang Lang City, Wei Zhongxian and Feng Xin'er stood side by side, admiring the magnificent scene on the horizon.

It was evening, and the sun was setting in the west. The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the distant sea golden, making it look like a fairyland.

"Is there really news of him?" Feng Xin'er cautiously asked.

In the end, it was just a matter of concern! Originally