Ning Zheng was rendered somewhat silent by Jiucai Rong's offering.
Ultimately, Ning Zheng chose to bid farewell to this presence.
Actually, the harvest this time was immense, perhaps it was a lineage connection.
This painter's predecessor did not act as a riddle maker, clearly narrating the truth of the entire era.
"This blue star that fell into the Solar System feels worthless, keep searching forward, the origin of Immortal Venerable Chang Zhen, my prehistoric self... the origin of the Qi Fortune Gambling Table."
"It should all be in prehistory."
"Meanwhile, return once, arrange a batch of ironworkers to reincarnate and be reborn in prehistory, explore the path."
Upon this thought, Ning Zheng directly returned to his old home.
Sword Casting Manor.
Ning Zheng strode to the plaza and called over Jiucai Rong.
At this moment, Jiucai Rong was still slightly nervous and excited.
