C322 He Spat out Blood Again!!(1)

The entire journey was incomparably long for Zhu Changsheng.

Fortunately, they had finally arrived.

In the imperial palace of the Oligoch Empire.

At this moment, even Ji Shucun did not dare to take a seat in the main hall.

The person sitting in the center was an old man with a white beard. It was the literary master, Wu Daoqing.

A middle-aged female cultivator stood by Wu Daoqing's side