The flow, what I obtained earlier, that eerie "star."
Zhou Pu wasn't even sure if it should be called a star.
Upon contact, the star unfolded, revealing an even more bizarre "starry sky" before him.
Under the pale void, specks of starlight, like black ink stains.
Purple Qi... is it?
Zhou Pu pondered intently.
As he approached his foster father's central military camp, Zhou Pu leapt down and proceeded on foot.
Someone immediately came forward to greet him: "General!"
Zhou Pu looked ahead: "The Commander-in-Chief currently has guests?"
Although they referred to each other as father and son in private, during the marching process, Zhou Pu always strictly adhered to military protocol.
"Reporting to the General, monks from the Glazed Zen Temple have arrived." The person accompanying him reported.
Zhou Pu quickened his pace, but his brows immediately furrowed.
These opportunistic bald donkeys!
