er this batch, there would be another one. He wouldn't die at Zhao Ping An's hands today, but he would die at the hands of the treasure pavilion.Things have come to this, I can only bring out the mast...Chapter 57 group of cultivators in sky-blue robes, embroidered with mountain patterns on their chests, walked towards them from the front.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!Jiāng...