小东西好久没插你了

On Star Island, there was a white-haired young man wearing a loose white robe sitting cross-legged on the ground. Suddenly, he opened his eyes. His eyes were gentle, but seemed to contain countless bright stars. He whispered to himself: Thousands of years have passed. After thousands of years of training, the new group of practitioners have reached a bottleneck in strength. It's time to challenge them to a battle....