From the hem of his sleeves, an inky garment that shimmered faintly with silver light, a chain trailed. Jiang Qiyun stood before the gate of hell, eyes lowered as he stared at me.,"Father!" You Nan, being escorted by Bai Wu Chang through the floors, saw Jiang Qi Yun and became a little excited.,This… I can hug. How come you, Seventh Uncle, can’t。