Above, a thick layer of clouds drifted by, gradually blocking the sun and casting shadows.
First, the Ksitigarbha Hall dimmed, and then Li Zhiyuan and Zhao Yi, standing at the hall entrance, were all encompassed.
The wind began to howl at this moment, bringing not the precious coolness unique to summer, but waves of eeriness.
The Fengdu tourist area is like this; even with bright sunshine, it can make visitors shiver with cold.
Li Zhiyuan: "I always thought we were self-aware enough, but the reality proves that our self-awareness is far from sufficient."
In the past, Li Zhiyuan consciously defined himself as a knife and acknowledged the necessity and inevitability of being this knife when he was relatively weak.
But the problem is, being a knife is one thing, but the young man truly didn't expect that there are not just one or two hands holding the hilt... but even more.
