C291 Yan Shuai's Cloak(5)

The black peony blossomed amidst the biting wind beyond the frontier, its pitch-black tail feathers gently descending. Qin Liang, sprawled on the ground, was jolted from his reverie back to the harsh reality.

This person must be a formidable Cultivator!

Only a Cultivator's arcane arts could wield such terror