The Great Devouring

"The True Martial Continent... The Xu Family... Son-in-law... Prodigal Son...",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.,Xu Yilin's old face was flushed red, so people quickly carried him away. Let's go back first and talk about it later. Don't embarrass ourselves any further here.。