C1201 Ruthlessness

A blue sky, a white cloud, a valley.

It was calm, with only the sound of birds flapping their wings.

A grave, a figure, and a jug of good wine.

It was quiet, and there was only the faint sound of breathing.

Wu Feng picked up the wine jug and poured it in front of his grave. He had once asked Gui Tianhua one thing: if the world were to calm down one day, what would he think?

At that time