e the East Palace Gate, killing intent surged like mercury, flooding and cascading down relentlessly.Li Chen widened his eyes, seeing only a flash of snow-bright blade light from the waists of the two...n also understood why Li Chen suddenly paid attention to a small rice shop today and cared about the prices of goods and grain in the vicinity of Beijing.Once a country goes to war, its dependence on...
Chapter 897: Old Monk, You Broke Your Vow of Anger