C895 Wind Entry Valley

The strong wind howled past the canyon. Both sides of the canyon were battered by the wind for many years, looking smooth and round, as if they had been polished.

Passing through, allowing the gale to pass by him, Fang Bai's footsteps were firm, he walked further in.

Occasionally, he would meet a few people who were sitting crossed-legged and would notice someone passing by