C1196 Accept a Disciple

Under the setting sun, Sun Yi, who was sitting on top of the mountain, was left with a long shadow. The dim golden light shone on Sun Yi's body, as if there was a War God sitting on his body.

Spring had passed, and autumn had come. An entire year had passed, and this space had just started to drizzle. Like oil, the plants began to sprout.

Sun Yi's messy hair covered his face