C552 The Death of Xuande

A piece of dried leaves fell onto Wei Xuande's beard as the autumn wind blew.

After shakily removing the fallen leaves from his beard, Wei Xuande lowered his head to take a look. His fingers, which were full of blue veins, twisted the fallen leaves with a bleak expression.

"Thirty-five years ago, Tianwei Brothers was just like Chen Qiang. He was also so straightforward