C1382 Dahir

"Boom ?" Thunder rumbled once more, filling the entire Hall of Rongyuan.

A man dressed in a purple robe slowly walked in from outside the Hall of Rongyuan. He was completely drenched, with a robe tightly sticking to his body. His wet hair hung down on both sides of his face, and his eyes were red, as if filled with grief.

At that moment, everyone's attention was on him.

Feng Ye