Fāng Chénlín Xuěyán

And just half a stick of incense after he left, the second person arrived, it was Fang Xingkong.,Seeing no one from the Western Zhou dynasty, a slight smirk played on his lips, though he didn't care much about being first at the city gate. After all, there weren't many benefits to it. At most, it only meant arriving at the next city gate sooner.,He stared at the character "chen", his veins bulging.。