(Requesting a chapter off to make adjustments, will provide an additional 4,000 words tomorrow, and will update in the afternoon. The recent update times have been truly like an underworld.)
All of this happened so suddenly that everyone had not yet reacted,
when they saw the elderly man on the level of a celestial, revered as Walking Under God,
had already prostrated himself quietly like a devout believer.
Towards that seemingly harmless child.
Jiang Feiniao was astonished and instinctively transmitted his voice:
"Teacher.....what is happening??"
The Yellow Teeth Old Man did not answer, his face flashed with a trace of solemnity, staring at that Porcelain Doll.
A child named Zhang Fusheng... what a coincidence?
He unknowingly stroked his wristwatch and quietly turned towards the little boy in the arms of that fairy-like girl.
Meanwhile.
