C584 Thank you on your deathbed

Time seemed to stop at this moment.

Fragments of stars and snow floated in the night sky in front of the Mausoleum of Books.

Guan Yibei and Wei Zhong looked at each other quietly.

A snowflake fell from the roof of the pavilion and landed on Wei Zhong's armor. It quickly melted and evaporated into steam.

Su Boling's expression changed slightly, he unhesitatingly let go of Luo Hao's hand