Chapter Forty-Two: The Immortal in Wine

ate of Zhuang, appeared old, his hair was black as ink and his vitality was strong.Emperor Zhuang Gao looked the youngest, just like a middle-aged man.>At this time, he was dressed in plain clothes an...as churning like a tempest, her face remained as cold as winter frost. Glancing at Zhao Xuanyang within the smoke ring, Jiang Wang's brow furrowed slightly, and a hint of sword intent sprang to life:...