Chapter Eighteen: Wu Fu

er darkness, a pale hand seemed to reach out from an endless abyss.That hand was white, lacking any trace of blood, yet it was natural and bore the marks of a life well-lived.That hand, merely reachin...t.Suddenly, one felt a sense of regret.It's a pity, but there's nothing to be done.Jiang Wang did not shirk, he indeed held respect for Guan Yan: "Master, please speak.""First things first, don't call...