C318 The Su Clan Was Gone

Under the blue sky, fallen leaves filled the road. At a glance, the originally lush green forest had turned golden. Occasionally, a few small birds would fly over, but they would all hastily look for a place to rest during the winter.

In the middle of the forest, five Spirit Horse s were tied to a tree trunk and kept humming as if they were attracted by the aroma of the barbecue