Within the True Martial Holy Sect, white cranes cried in unison, auspicious clouds descended from the heavens, and spiritual springs surged forth like seas, spraying into the sky.,As for the second point, Xu Zimo wasn't in a hurry to improve his cultivation. He was enjoying this atmosphere very much.,The Wheel Returning Old Man, the protagonist's golden finger grandfather, I am just a trifling pawn on your chessboard.。