"Talking to me about identity?"
Chen Yang laughed and shook his head, saying, "Look at you, starting to impose authority, that's a bad habit."
"This old man's experience is enough to give you a few pointers, shouldn't you feel fortunate?" retorted Li Jitang.
Chen Yang was silent and dismounted from his horse.
Today's wind grew increasingly fierce, carrying a chill.
Both at the scene and outside, many people tightened their collars.
Qin Corporation.
Hou Qiang sat upright in front of the computer, completely enclosed by a crowd, watching Chen Yang wield a sword in the image, even across the screen, and felt a stab of fear.
Everyone instinctively held their breath.
Back home with groceries, Qin Qiu pointed a slender finger at the television and smiled slightly, "Xiaomo, how long has it been since we last saw him, now clad in the Python Sparrow Devouring Dragon robe?"
"Sister, I'm really looking forward to it." Qin Mo held Qin Qiu's arm, eyes blazing, fixed on the screen.
