C416 The Whiteclothed Girl Where Did the Problem Come From?

It was the height of summer, and today's stillness, absent of wind or rain, lent an unusual chill to the air. Old Master had brought him here, and something told him it wasn't for a simple reason.

Old Master gazed at the well house with a grave look before speaking. "Hao Hao, do you remember what happened to Wen Bin here, ten years ago?"

Jiang Hao nodded in response. "I remember