C694 You Are the Source of Chaos

It was a very old courtyard, overgrown with green grass and disordered. The green leaves that had climbed over the walls of the yard were layered and desolate. There seemed to be a dense, cold air lingering around the place, and the yard clearly had traces of being burned by the flames. The iron gate of the lock was rusted, giving off an extremely strange feeling no matter how one looked at it