C167 Underhand Defeat
The wind swept up one side of the group of suitors. Feng Yao, who was on the ground, happened to graze his right ear with a trace of blood. Three parts of his body had sunk into the ground, and his voice was still trembling.
That person was standing under the bright sun in the breeze. His dark colored clothes were fluttering in the wind. A faint radiance was lingering between his brows