Chapter 1487: Midnight

ut not a sword, that I can only sweep the floor day after day, counting each tile, but cannot charge into battle myself.”But one must have something to desire, and if there were no ruler as ardent for...Chapter 1487: Midnightstill pouring down, you can see that for those celestial beings who have reached the Land Immortal realm, entering the Eastern Palace to kill oneself is no different from a chicken in a coop being sla...