In order to make himself appear more like a genius of the Iron Blood Sect, Duan Yun even channeled his inner strength, causing his muscles to swell considerably.
He glanced at his reflection in the water and found that with his muscles bulging like this, he somewhat resembled a muscular Nezha.
Hmm, this certainly gives off a sharp appearance, so when he displays his talents at the Iron Blood Sect, he wouldn't look out of place.
"Let's go!"
Seeing that the Murong brothers were also ready, he urged.
It was noon, and within Qinghe City, people bustled about in all sorts of manners.
Butchers, those kinds of butchers, Red Tower Mountain smokers, gamblers who lost their wives, truly a mix of gambling dogs, prostitution dogs, and drug dogs.
As Fan Gao puts it, the pressure here is immense, inevitably leading to various ways of relaxation to avoid going mad.
