C186 Prodigal Wuya

The forest at the beginning of winter was a wasteland, with a stone table and a few jars of fine wine.

The master was not here, but the guests had arrived.

Tears, dressed in a grey robe, was sizing up the man in front of her when she suddenly sneered: "Candle's dog has also come here."

Beitang narrowed his eyes as his yellow robe moved. With a flash of his saber