C469 Red Blood Cliff

In the depths of the thirteen swords, there was a small lake. On the edge of the lake, there was a house built with bamboo fences.

An old man sat cross-legged at the edge of the lake, fishing.

After a while, the old man from Qingzhou Mansion arrived. He glanced at the old man, bowed, and then stepped onto the lakeside.

However, this was only the beginning. In succession