C211 The Feast of Pitiful Dispersal Joy Smoke Smoke and Happiness

At the back of the mountain.

A ray of bright and beautiful sunlight pierced the white clouds on the azure blue sky. It shone down on the verdant treetops and scattered on the verdant grass. A slight breeze blew past. Yan Wenqing couldn't help but shiver. The weather had turned cold.

Yan Wenqing thought about what had happened and didn't want a sorrowful expression to surface on his face