"The scenery remains unchanged, yet the people of yesteryear are nowhere to be seen."
A cultivator lay on the bed.
With a look of desolation, a Spirit Smoke nestled between his fingers.
As he thought about the affection he once shared with that female cultivator, his expression inevitably turned melancholic.
This person was a cultivator of Lion Peak Mountain.
"I do support Xia Yurou's plan."
Heng Xin glanced around the room.
His gaze suddenly turned sharp.
If only I had enough power, how could she have left me?
Power, ah!
If you lack power, others will treat you like a worthless piece of trash.
He clenched his fists tightly, muscles across his body bulging, the muscles on his arms as hard as steel.
Carefree Peak.
"Carefree Peak has always been ruled by Chen Changsheng as the first, all the beautiful resources gravitate towards him."
"Why am I such a useless waste, possessing nothing, not even a female cultivator who loves me?"
