C238 The Autumn Wind Blows and the Master and the Disciple Part

When the last chirp of the cicada had completely disappeared, the entire Qingyun Mountain was no longer green and lush. In the mountains, other than a few leaves that did not want to fall, the autumn leaves had already accumulated on the ground to a very thick layer.

The entire mountain was covered with fallen leaves, but it was precisely the autumn wind that was rustling.

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Saibei