The city of Liuhé, experiencing hundreds of years of storms and rains.
Shadows restless.
The cold wind howling like a knife.
The world above and below, as if covered in thick ink, four corners in silence.
However, compared to two minutes ago, the citizens of the Youdu Snow Region on both sides of the street, were greatly uplifted in both momentum and confidence at this moment.
Masters of Yuning Mountain.
Chased from thousands of miles away from Yuning Mountain.
Their purpose was only to kill these people led by Chen Yang.
Li Wenyuan.
One of the twelve Great Elders of the Dao Sect.
Beside him, those who were not the core high-ranking figures of Yuning Mountain, not to mention walking side by side with Li Wenyuan, holding a folding fan, dressed in a moon robe, like an elegant gentleman, was Li Chenn, also a representative figure among the younger generation.
This was only one encounter.
