I really am the vill

Xu Zimo, clad in white, resembled freshly fallen snow. His hair danced with the cold wind, and his eyes were deep and boundless.,But he wasn't in a hurry now, first because he was currently inside Zhenwushengzong. His father was very concerned about his cultivation, and he didn't want others to discover his abnormality.,Some were merely an ordinary little wooden hut, a slow and clear stream, and a middle-aged man in green clothes sitting on the ground by the river.。