C176 The Price of Betrayal

The letter in his hand gradually turned into dust, and disappeared without a trace. A cold smile appeared on his face under the silver mask. "White Valley Lord, I haven't seen you in ten years. It's rare for me to remember you."

"That year, White Valley Lord, who was in his sixties, immediately crawled onto the wet and cold grass with a flustered look in his eyes and respectfully replied