Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The sli cultivator felt like his lungs were about to pop out.
“It’s a waste not to use it.”
Jiang Ming shrugged. He did not fall for the sli cultivator’s tricks at all.
The sli cultivator narrowed his eyes, then spread his fingers and released a palm print made out of spiritual energy in the air.
The palm print ford a mountain ridge and headed toward Jiang Ming.
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