夜夜春春春

The master of Muhua Palace sat cross-legged on a golden-red futon, and in front of him sat cross-legged seven practitioners, some were children, some were teenagers, some were young, some were even old, and their auras of swordsmanship were all completely different. The age and even the state of mind of the practitioners cannot be judged from the surface. Some practitioners may be in old age. But suddenly he broke out and embarked on the path of spiritual practice....