Chapter 1175

ext you'd like me to translate!Zhao Ping'an frowned and asked back, “Are you saying that if I agree, I would become a disciple of a deputy pavilion master of the Hundred Herbs Pavilion”Then Zhao Ping'...Chapter 1175

The moment his words left his lips.

Visible to the naked eye, dust motes suspended in the air fall like countless stars descending.

Not only was it dust, but even the disciples of Bai Ca Ge who floated in mid-air lost control and instantly fell.

"Even Zhao Ping'an felt a slight pressure!"

It feels like an unspeakable force is pressing down on my head, about to smash me into the ground.

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