C96 He Was Just a Spectator

The night has gone deep, and the so-called hustle and bustle seems to have slowly calmed down.

On the Liuhua Street in the north of the city, the scent of blood that was wrapped in the air did not dissipate.

Instead, because of the increasingly dense wind at night, it also became denser.

That's right. This was the main branch of Dragonwing Hall