Chapter Eighteen: Wu Fu

.At that time, Zhao Ruocheng was sitting at his desk, holding a fine-tipped brush, carefully sketching on the scroll.The thick bronze mask was placed in the upper left corner of the desk, so his hands...轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！a of scholarly refinement floating and swirling around him like a stage set up in front of him.He held a writing brush made of wolf hair, as if he were grasping an order.Standing straight as a spear,...