C229

Far north, in the depths of the Rosy Valley. The Rosy Mountains.

Ling Jian stood on top of the tree with his feet planted firmly in the devilish crevice, his expression solemn. After a while, he finally regained his composure and slowly suppressed the intense killing intent in his heart.

His gaze slowly drooped down as he looked around at the people from the Qing-Yun Sect