r seemed to be lost again.With a flick of his wrist, Ma Liang plucked a strand of silver-blue grass. It looked incredibly fragile, just a thin vine. The fusion of the discarded soul with the abandoned...o the mist to adjust slightly, then relying on their numerical advantage to achieve victory in the final competition. 。As he told Tang Wulin, they weren't the uncoordinated team they once were. 。Afte...