Chapter 122: The Tower of Succession, Unmatched Prowess

refined face showed a hint of pain between his brows, and his brow furrowed.But how can such pain compare to the torment he endured in his past life, refining his body with poison day after day, year...himmering, chicken-egg sized medium-grade spirit stones.The old man in black stared at the young man for a long time, then suddenly smiled with satisfaction and returned the token: "Just right, Wind C...