C193 Scaring Old Medicine

The dead tree was full of vitality.

The Mount Ali which had been frozen by the snow had long been filled with vitality. The breeze was blowing, and the fresh air gave people a sense of comfort.

As he walked, he was humming a small tune and holding a fruit that was much smaller than a fist in his hand. The fruit was a demonic red all over and had strands of light flowing out.

Not too long after