C2248 Let Wan Xingzong Go

It's cold in the early autumn night, and the walls of this room are permeating with chilliness.

This chill seeped through his clothes to corrode his skin and into his bones.

Cold.

Squatting slightly, Wan Xingzong leaned against the wall.

This was probably the feeling of a winner takes all.

Wan Xingzong's heart was desolate. A good card in one hand