PREVIEW
... day until dusk.
The horizon was already tinged with a golden hue, and the sky was about to darken.
Not only Dongmen Buju and Zhu Qilue, but even billions of people had been waiting here for nearly ten hours.
Ten hours!
Zhu Qilue stood like a statue, motionless, eyes fixed on the direction of the Xuan Clan.
Dongmen Buju was already impatient.
From patiently waiting in the morning, to pacing back and forth at noon, to now sitting angrily in his chair ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE



























