C642 Divine Perish Hell Crow

Snowflakes swirled in abundance above Asura Town. Despite the occasional stray spirits tonight, the feared ghost tide had not materialized.

Wang Yao, masquerading as Zhou Yun, stood beside his unwitting double. To prevent arousing Uta's suspicions, he had cast an illusion on Zhou Yun and the others, aging their appearances to what they once were.

The heavy snow continued to fall