Fu Zi Mo Qin Luo Yan

It seems Ming Qi couldn't wait any longer. He bowed to Fu Zi Mo, grabbed Wu Yi's arm and said, "Mr. Wu, time is of the essence. As for condolences and such, we can do it later. I'll have the entire Bei Ming nation accompany you then. Right now, we need to rush back to the capital!",He was lighting incense, his movements were reverent and his attitude sincere. It was a side of Fu Zimuo she had never seen before. In this world, Qin Luoyan had never seen anyone who could make him kneel and worship.,As they descended the mountain, their conversation on the winding path was scattered by the wind, leaving not a trace. Yet, the feelings between them were as unyielding as time itself, forever etched in their hearts.。