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.,Hearing this, Jiang He nodded slightly and then closed his eyes to meditate.,As soon as these words left his mouth, Chiang Chung-sheng's eyes suddenly widened, staring intently at Jiang He.。