Chang Xiaoman Luo Ch

On the peak of Mount Tai, a bolt of lightning tore through the void, shattering the altar for offering sacrifices to heaven. The midday thunderclap, accompanied by the destruction of ancient ruins, sparked widespread discussion.,A young man sat in the car, lost in thought. His face, sharp as a knife, looked pale, but beneath it was a hint of ambition that shone through with extraordinary spirit.,The phone connected, and a voice laced with impatience and coldness answered.。