C463 The Faint Fragrance of Rouge!

On the top of the highest palace in the Unyaenanor, Zopyrus stood there and looked at the distant sky. The Blood Mask was as cold as the Asura from hell.

His long white hair fluttered in the breeze, making him look like a cold-blooded Asura.

The sun was shining brightly, and the golden light of the sun shone down. Although there was no blue sea, the sky was still clear. This was a good day