"I saw you run into this building last night, and this morning I asked a few middle-aged women doing morning exercises downstairs, and they told me right away where you live," Mu Sanshan said proudly.
For the sake of the Primordial Continent, he left nothing behind except his name. Even the shattered Human Emperor Blade had now regenerated into the Map of Mountains and Rivers to protect everyone.
In the dead of winter like this, even though they wore padded cotton jackets, anyone daring to spend the night outside faced only one certain outcome: being frozen to death. After all, they didn't have high-tech thermal gear like the one Zhao Chen wore.
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