C117 Are You Listening or Not

Within the Wind Thunder Pass.

On the bustling streets, there was an endless stream of pedestrians, and the sounds of people selling their goods rose and fell one after another.

It was located at the corner of the street, at the entrance of an alley. Monk Shi Rann squatted on the ground, touching his bald head and sighing.

Beside him was Purple Clothed Woman