“Oh no, this aura... it belongs to the Shen Tu family.”,Upon hearing this, Shen Tu Meng suddenly opened his eyes. He saw Li Yuan, clad in a lotus-petal robe, appearing on the ceiling like an arrow shot from a bow. With unstoppable force, he pierced through the rain curtain and dashed eastward.,He gave a smile uglier than crying to an old woman in blue outside the room, and said, “Come on, Qingxin Butler.”。
