Chapter 963: Put on Your Mask

t touch you."The female cultivator's face flushed red like a blooming rhododendron. Even her fair back and slender neck were tinged with a blush. She lowered her head, her voice barely a whisper: "I u...rkness enveloped the sky. A new moon rose, and countless stars twinkled above.About five hundred miles from Huitian Valley, in a mountain meadow, several cultivators were besieging a Blinded Boar.Alt...