Within the True Martial Holy Sect, white cranes cried in unison, auspicious clouds descended from the heavens, and spiritual springs surged forth like seas, spraying into the sky.,Father, like a tiger, Xiao Dingtian, and that Yangliu Riverbank, standing in the wind with tears streaming down his face, crying to himself, wanting to spend a normal life with the girl who wanted to live an ordinary life.,“Understood,” Xu Zimo nodded and, accompanied by Zhang Chongtian, walked towards Qingshan Peak.。