"They are so confident in their own victory that they didn't bother with sneak attacks, and instead intend to wipe out Qingfeng Town fair and square!" Early March, early spring.
In a corner of the eastern Southern Desolate Continent.
The gloomy sky was a vast, murky black, heavy and oppressive, as if someone had splashed ink onto a sheet of rice paper, staining the firmament and tinting the clouds.
Chapter 527