C648 Dragon pressing ganges(part ii)

As the snow-white muslin fluttered in the wind, Chan Jia's already agile body seemed to have gained a few more traces of an otherworldly aura, as though he was a fairy descending from the heavens into the mortal world. If it was any ordinary person who saw this scene, they would definitely be shocked like a man of heaven, and might even immediately kneel down, praising him incessantly. However