Gravel flew over.

Jialan raised his hand and grabbed the stone in his hand.

The snow-white stone, no matter how you look at it, looks like the best jade in the world.

But it doesn't feel smooth at all.

The ferocious edges and corners almost cut through his palm.

The sky gradually became brighter, and the gray whiteness seemed to be dawn.

A snow-white stone platform appeared in front of everyone.

Next to the stone platform, the dense Manzhushahua rushed towards the table like flowing water.

Amid the flowers surrounding them, a child in white appeared.

He looked only four or five years old, so small, so soft, like a ball made of powder.

The eyes that looked like black grapes blinked slowly twice.
Chapter completed!