C170 Masked Man

In the Ancestral Land, a chilling breeze swept through, stirring up a whirlwind of sand. The spattered bloodstains on the ground bore silent testimony to the ferocity of the battle that had taken place. Yu Yiming, with his long sword in hand, fixed his icy stare on the figure before him. Across from him stood a man in a white mask, cradling the wounded Yun Siyu in his arms