Fāng Chénlín Xuěyán

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.,Fang Chen was very puzzled by this. Why were these people suddenly so aggressive, like they had been injected with chicken blood,After obtaining the necessary petals of inheritance, he rushed toward the sixth city gate at the fastest speed possible. The terrifying gravity on his body seemed nonexistent.。