Ever since he followed Lin Qingzhu and Nangong You to Baiyun City, Aman stood alone at the door every day, staring in the direction of Xuanlong Mountain.

You don't need to think about it to know that this stupid guy misses his elder brother Jiang Ning.

In the simple house, although Lin Qingzhu was wearing a long coarse cloth dress, it was still difficult to conceal her peerless youthfulness.

She sat quietly in the room, her brows furrowed, and she was also worried about Jiang Ning.

"It's half a month!"

"What happened to Jiang Ning?"

"God bless, please keep Jiang Ning safe!"

Lin Qingzhu clasped her hands together and prayed in her heart.

Time passed by minute by minute.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly a dark-skinned man ran in from a distance.

Take a closer look at this man. He is about forty years old and his cultivation level should be at the seventh level of Qi Condensation.

One of his sleeves was empty, and he was actually disabled.
Chapter completed!