Rise from the Holy R

A moment later, Jiang Yan pinched his chin, his eyes flickering, and said softly.,Given Jiang Yan's current situation, he could only rely on himself. Or rather, the mysterious "furnace" in his palm.,Suddenly, as Jiang Yan's thoughts were drifting, the gray mark on his palm that resembled a furnace unexpectedly began to emit a faint glimmer.。