C195 Master White Lotus(38)

In the storm, Feng Yanlin was like a lone boat, drifting in the wind and rain. He had already started to immerse himself in the storm. When was the end? In this endless despair?

Suddenly, the rain stopped hitting Feng Yanlin's body. He heard a very familiar voice. The voice sounded like the sound of nature in his ears.

He turned his head stiffly and looked at Yaen Wushuang