"Have you seen the night god?"

King Xuanyuan grabbed his windbreaker with his right hand and threw it slightly. He sat on a small bench.

His movements as he sat down were equally elegant and refined, reminiscent of the willows swaying around when the wind blew.

If an organization holds a contest of "beautiful sitting posture", Xuanyuan Wang will definitely win the gold medal.

Every year on March 3rd, Li Muchen returns to Flame Valley to attend the ancestor worship meeting. In the past, when he saw the king sitting like this, he would only admire his sitting posture from his heart.

Not now, just like suddenly no longer revering...