C165 Vortex of darkness

Spirit Profound Martial House, Outer Palace, Lodge No.888.

The night had come and gone, and there were no sounds of birds or insects in the courtyard. It was exceptionally quiet. The bright moon in the night sky was tenaciously emitting a faint moonlight, making the dark night feel warm.

At this time, Long Bufan was sitting cross-legged in the courtyard with his eyes closed