C586 Power of life and death
At the end of the Zither Cave, on the wall was a painting of a beautiful woman sitting cross-legged on the grass. Her lily-white hands strummed the zither, as if she was completely immersed in playing a zither.
At this time, Luo Bingning stood in front of the portrait, her eyes devoid of any light, as if her soul was wandering around. Her beautiful face was wooden, looking extremely strange