C124 One effort to repay a thousand kinds

On the peak of the mountain, the autumn wind blew. Frost leaves covered the sky in red.

The young man stood under the frost, hands clasped behind his back, coldly looking at the crowd of more than three thousand horse bandits.

What he had said just now seemed to be nothing more than a normal sentence to this youth.

However, the entire audience was in turmoil, and some people were even stunned