| classification:xianxia |
| author:A history of love be |
| state:in the series |
| update:(2024-08-31 09:01:12) |
Xu Zimo, clad in white, resembled freshly fallen snow. His hair danced with the cold wind, and his eyes were deep and boundless.,As for the second point, Xu Zimo wasn't in a hurry to improve his cultivation. He was enjoying this atmosphere very much.,He is only fifteen years old now, just reaching the threshold of basic cultivation.。