Once teeming with life, Qingmao Mountain had now become a frozen wasteland. Such a shocking transformation had long since drawn the attention and investigation of nearby forces. Over the past few months, the news of Qingmao Mountain’s destruction had gradually spread afar.
"I dare not recall it. The mere thought of it brings pain," Fangyuan said, sitting down with a look of deep sorrow on his face.
"Someone, bring wine." Seeing that Fangyuan did not wish to speak, the Bai Clan Leader did not press further, instead instructing a house servant to bring forward two jars of wine.
Chapter 216