Above the Qian River.
The gentle breeze comes, the sound of the waves remains.
Chen Yang stood with his hands behind his back, took a deep breath, allowing the slightly chilly breeze to brush his cheeks, his expression gradually becoming intoxicated.
Wild horses by the clear water, brewing wine at the ends of the world.
Wielding a sword with grace.
What a pity...
A slight drizzle, washes over the mountains and rivers, the cold raindrops floating endlessly in mid-air.
Chen Yang smiled.
Dreams are dreams, but reality must be faced in the end, right?
At the same time.
The small town about to be engulfed by the night was suddenly illuminated, bright and brilliant like the glow of a shooting star.
The whole town was in turmoil, people were uneasy.
This frosty starlight seemed to exert an immense invisible suppression, filling every inch of the air with an overwhelming force.
The Linghe Villa in the city had just been destroyed, what is happening now?
