C769 Arrow-shooting Immortal God

The wind was gentle and beautiful, and the mountain was quiet without the sound of birds and beasts flying everywhere. For a region with vigorous vitality and lush vegetation, it was definitely not normal to see a bird flying in the sky.

Within the mountain, there was a suppressive aura that lingered. On top of a lush and verdant mountain peak, sat a black-clothed middle-aged man