author:<Bicycle Flying B
state:serializing
brief introduction:
Sinking my awareness into the dantian, I investigated to see what this drop of liquid was all about. Where did it come from,Black gas constantly churned and shifted, eventually transforming into streaks of pitch-black text. Ancient and weathered, it was imbued with the weight of time.,He was covered in dust, his clothes tattered, looking like a beggar. Xu Yilin told him to go back and clean up first.。