Zhang Xiaoman

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.,He arrived in Tongzhou with carefully chosen gifts, but was beaten into a cripple in the end. His hands were shattered and his knees were kicked to pieces, causing him to be depressed for a long time and even considering suicide.,At this moment, the old man opened an antique box with eager anticipation. He took out a painting scroll from inside and unfurled it, admiring it.。