C765 Finnegan Ramsey.

In a certain hill in Pekeno, there was a bamboo forest.

It was the ninth month of the year, and the autumn had begun. The bamboo forest was also a bit bleak. A cool breeze blew, and the bamboo forest swayed. The rustling sound of autumn filled the air.

"Humph!"

"Hah!"

In the depths of the bamboo forest, there was a melodious cry from time to time. A figure flashed in the bamboo forest