ith spiritual gold, Zhen Hua, with his most critical gaze, thought that his nephew was already at the level of a sixth-rank blacksmith. 。On the last day, Zhenhua called Tang Wulin to his face. 。"Mast... voice suddenly came from all around. 。The entire gray world twisted, as if transformed into a colossal gray vortex. 。The black figure finally stopped, he slowly raised his head. Under the black cloa...