Saintly Gate Venerab

Jiang He looked at the broken wooden table. A few bowls with chipped edges held steaming hot dishes. Although the food was delicious, it still made Jiang He's heart ache.,Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhongsheng simply replied, "I'm just an old man. What can I possibly do for you Growing flowers is just my hobby.",And all that black qi emanated from the potted plant in the corner.。