C57 The Blood Dyed the Maple Leaf Mountain Red.

As night fell, the tranquility of the sky was shattered by a thunderclap, and a deluge ensued.

Tree-root-like lightning streaked across the pitch-black heavens, casting a terrifying glow.

Within the Maple Leaf Mountain Villa, Pei Junlin sat in solitude, cross-legged on the wooden floor by the window, shrouded in an unusual energy. The tempest outside raged