Chapter 857
- Zhang Ruochen did not show his panic and put on a doubtful look instead. “When I was in the Sword Sanctum, I would say this poem. Aren’t you from the Sword Sanctum?”
- Kong Lanyou frowned. She hit the cotton. Zhang Ruochen dodged all her strength. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om
- ”Does he really think I am from the Sword Sanctum, or is he deliberately pretending to think so?”