Zhang Ruochen put his hands behind his back and looked through the ancient sacred wood window lattice at the Supreme Qingyun Palace, which was emitting thousands of rays of light in the distance.
The outside world is calm, and by the Lake of the God of Life under the tower, there are still young men and women talking about scriptures in laughter and laughter. No one knows that a demon god whose reputation has been passed down for thousands of years