I really am the vill

Xu Zimo, clad in white, resembled freshly fallen snow. His hair danced with the cold wind, and his eyes were deep and boundless.,Within the sphere, transformations are endless. The power emanating from it, even just a hint of it, seems capable of leveling mountains beneath our feet.,Xu Zimo knew that at this time, his father must have found him to talk about cultivation.。