C143 In Other Ways

Late at night.

Cloud Sky Peak.

Cloud Sky Hall.

The man was Li Yunxiao. His face was filled with hatred, and his left arm had been taken away by Xue, which to cultivator, was equivalent to weakening his strength. Just thinking about it was enough to make white-clothed youth choose to swallow him.

The woman was in her forties, carrying a floating speck of dust in her hand