Chapter 540: The Secret of the Pope and Saintess

and fluently.Meanwhile, within the inn of Beijing.Nan Gong Shouzhong held a snuff bottle in his hand, gently inhaling, savoring the refreshing fragrance. Around him was the noisy chatter, like flies...vanishing in a blink of an eye, all condensing into the ball of vapor in his hand."Namo Amitabha Buddha!"As if gently opening his mouth, Jue An spoke. His lips moved, but the sound that emerged was li...