The Heavenly Eye Gho

Wang Mingzheng was muttering to himself when a fifteen or sixteen-year-old walked towards him. He carried a backpack and had a pair of endearing dimples on his face, radiating youthful energy yet carrying an air of detachment.,At that moment, a black ball fell out of the pocket of the garment, making a sound in the silent little room.,Suddenly, Wang Ming's smile stopped abruptly. His brow furrowed, and doubt clouded his face.。