ubtedly a great opportunity for Tang Wulin. The best part was that through this experience, he could feel the energy changes at the level of the strongest, laying a solid foundation for his future imp...She was still a woman, looking like she was in her twenties. A light gauze veil covered her face, and she wore a white dress. 。Her delicate figure was partially concealed by the white sand, and a pale hand reached out, pointing at Ye Xinglan's nape. 。Stars reappeared, appearing with pinpoint accuracy behind their own head. 。A crisp "ding" sound 。most familiar number. 。 “Drip, drip, drip...” No one answered. 。He, unconvinced, dialed the number again. 。"Drip, drip, drip..."Still busy, still unanswered. 。Tang Wulin's heart suddenly sank....