I really am the vill

Within the True Martial Holy Sect, white cranes cried in unison, auspicious clouds descended from the heavens, and spiritual springs surged forth like seas, spraying into the sky.,Some were merely an ordinary little wooden hut, a slow and clear stream, and a middle-aged man in green clothes sitting on the ground by the river.,Xu Zimo stood by the riverbank, silently watching his father.。