Chapter Eighteen: Wu Fu

em. He secretly prepared for the possibility of needing help....but I didn't expect it to be used at this time.The sparrowhawk pressed a palm against its own Tianling, the crimson palm blazing hot and...'d like me to translate!The ancient god has fallen into slumber.Isn't it that it doesn't matter if you throw away the mirrorCould we just put this mirror down, take the heavenly-defying and earth-shat...