Chapter 61

the time Ning Yuan thoroughly dried her hair outside and returned to the room, Rong Zhaonan was already asleep, his back to her, quietly covered by a thin blanket.He wore an old, white sleeveless ves..., charging at the tall figure who was shooting with sharp fangs, like projectiles fired.The figure, tall and nimble with a blade held high, dodged attacks effortlessly. He crouched low, drawing a bow...