Fāng Chénlín Xuěyán

Just as he was sighing, a figure appeared, causing Fang Chen's footsteps to falter.,Seeing no one from the Western Zhou dynasty, a slight smirk played on his lips, though he didn't care much about being first at the city gate. After all, there weren't many benefits to it. At most, it only meant arriving at the next city gate sooner.,You can walk here, even the most talented prodigies find it difficult to take every step.。