C267 Death Is like the Wind!!

As the slender white figure entered the room, a gust of cold wind slammed the door shut.

Elder Ye continued to sip his tea and puff on his cigarette, unbothered, a look of deep contemplation furrowing his brow.

The figure drew near, a barely perceptible aura coalescing around him.

"Sit," Elder Ye said, setting down his teacup with a steady voice.

"Thank you