C628 Evil Cultivator

Under the hazy moonlight, the white snow reflected a faint light. The cold wind blew past the treetops, and the white branches and leaves rustled. The thin snow fell.

The evil cultivator's speed was extremely fast, and he stopped above the Hunting Sect. He swept his gaze around, and there was no one in the entire Hunting Sect. There was not even a trace of light, and it was deathly silent