Chapter Eighteen: Wu Fu

he old man, with hair as black as ink, stepped into the courtyard.Seeing Lin Zhengren's posture, Du Ruhui did not say much, he sat opposite on the stone table and asked in a broad voice, "Is there any...was like an invisible slab of stone, crushing all dust.The sand had been pressed into a flat surface.It's like laying the foundation for a house, ready to be built anytime.The Ox-demon raised his wolf...