Saintly Gate Venerab

Jiang He fished out a talisman from his pocket. He bit his fingertip, drawing dragon-and-phoenix script on the talisman with his blood before folding it neatly.,After finishing, Chiang Chung-sheng put the talisman paper back in his pocket.,His strides were filled with confidence, but deep down, he still couldn't shake Jiang He's words from his mind.。