The capital of Shenbei Zhongyu!

the white clothes are floating and the ink hair is dancing with the wind. The nimble footsteps are like the notes of the road. Every step, the surrounding space is shaking.

"tut Interesting, Jiulong Gongwei, in such a terrible situation, there must be a terrible strong man sleeping here... "

a figure in white clothes is better than snow, standing with hands down. The natural sharpness on his body is like a magic soldier out of his sheath. Even if he is a god respected and powerful, he has to give up.

Shenshang looks like a stroll in the courtyard towards the capital. Soldiers on...