et and self-blame, suddenly spoke up. As her father was also a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment stage, she knew more than ordinary disciples. Her father had specifically instructed her to pa...Xiang Qingcheng's eyes were filled with endless melancholy. Her gaze was clear and sharp, yet unintentionally revealing a myriad of sorrows. 。 long painting halberd lay quietly in his hand. 。Hong Lin's face was slightly flushed, as if this Tianhua halberd wasn't light at all. 。With a flick of his hand, Lu Xia Tian grasped the Fang Tian Hua...