Chapter Eight Hundred Thirty-Four: Hatred for the Old Demon

his disciple, Meng's eyes became complex. He no longer attempted to pull the Blue Silver Grass, but instead retracted his martial soul and spirit, also letting go of the Blue Silver Grass.Tang Ziran s...th a smile. 。Wu Changkong's eyes narrowed, but he nodded resolutely without hesitation, "No" 。If they're going to the academy, it's because they earned their way in, not through any other means. 。The...