C52 A Year's Promise(1)

Qingyu Sect, Qingloong Hall.

A fierce wind was howling in the empty hall. It was lunging at the oil lamp like a mad man, but it couldn't extinguish the dim lamp. The strong wind was blowing, and it let out an angry howl.

A young man sat cross-legged on the ground, and placed both of his hands on his knees. He continuously formed strange seals, and gradually..