Zhang Xiaoman

On the peak of Mount Tai, a bolt of lightning ripped through the void, shattering the altar used for sacrificial offerings. A white day thunderclap, coupled with the destruction of ancient ruins, sparked heated debate among the people.,The youth let out a sigh and carefully sensed his body. He found that the Tai Huang Jing within him was like a dormant Azure Dragon in the abyss, unable to be summoned. At this moment, all of his cultivation had vanished, leaving only a trace of protective Qi from the Tai Huang Jing.,The phone rang, and a voice laced with impatience and coldness answered.。