Human Race Garrison

Shen Changqing sat cross-legged, his body radiating with a powerful spiritual light. It was as if stars were gathering around him, and the phantom of a galaxy appeared along with it.,Even if a divine elixir were the most precious thing in the world, it wouldn't be as important as improving one's own cultivation.,One of them was an old man, dressed in black and thin, with an arrogant demeanor. The other was a young man, looking much more humble.。