Chapter 1545: The Stone Emperor Falls, the Immortal Ancient

ail-tipped lute resting on her lap.The gray robe was wide and flowing, but it could not conceal her proud figure.Three thousand strands of hair, long and disheveled, obscured most of her face.Occasion...ing the surging army of ten thousand people coming from afar.In his murky eyes, there was a calmness, an utter indifference.Without fear or hesitation.Perhaps in the dictionary of the Primordial Saint...