In the fifteenth year of the Tianqi era, March, beginning.
Prince Qin, escorted by the Nine-colored Divine Deer, arrived in the Western Regions, entering as a traveling merchant. Accompanying him were those planning to return to Anxi City to visit relatives, aiding in the spread of the Central Plains language in the Western Regions was Saatanati, and also Mr. Po Jun.
Po Jun crossed his arms, thirty-three years old, with the corner of his mouth curled upward all the way, never once lowering.
Heh, hehehe, hahahah!
No, nothing!
No sign of that little White!
Hahaha, nothing, nothing!
Mr. Po Jun pressed against his face, nearly bursting into laughter.
"Five years, five years!"
"Finally won, I just knew, I am the strongest, Shaking Light, you've lost! Do you submit, do you?"
