After Nine Cycles of Feigned Death, I Became a Girl — Regretful Disciple, Don’t Love Me Too Much.

Chapter 47: The Immortal’s Touch on the Head Cannot Compare to the Snow Between Your Brows

The wind at Siguo Cliff was cooler than anywhere else, rustling the weeds before the Yi Guan Tomb. Lin Nan ascended the stone steps and saw Shu Ying crouched before…