Chapter 145: The Fake Table

drop of blood fall onto the branch. Then, the old man quickly drew something on the ground.Soon, a tiger was drawn. It looked so lifelike, just as if it had been printed!"Roar…"A roar echoed, and the...eeded to focus on his cultivation and prepare to ascend Mount Wuming on July 15th.Everyone looked at Qin Xiaolin's miserable state, swallowing their saliva one by one. Even someone like Chen Ping, wh...