C1014 End(1)

The north wind was blowing, and the land was barren.

Within the cold northern camp, a person with a head full of white hair and tears in his eyes arrived.

The other man had been waiting for a long time.

In front of the northern camp, the black-armored Meng Tian stood in front of the camp steadily like a sharp sword, but his back was facing, because at this moment, he was looking at a war flag