C581 Precious Thing
Lin Yan tossed the statue of Wu Ming to the ground with a single hand. As he watched the flames dance, he was drawn into his memories. Within the fire, he could almost see the crimson clouds that had stained the sky when he was just five years old.
It felt as though blood was on the verge of spilling over. Lin Shuang had arrived, destroying everything and taking with her all that he held dear
