In the same room of the highest tower in the center of Xuanyuan Fortress, Zhang Tie faced Zuoqiu Mingyue once again...
Sitting beside a teapoy, Zuoqiu Mingyue was holding his breath and slowly injecting hot water into a teacup full of ritual sense, causing a dense and elegant fragrance of tea leaves gradually fill the room...
Although having met this old man for many times, Zhang Tie still felt strange about Zuoqiu Mingyue.
The death of over 10 million civilians of Taixia Country outside the camp of demons, the whines and cries, the corps that covered over 600 miles two days ago didn't leave any trace on the face of Zuoqiu Mingyue.
This old man still remained calm and nonchalant while performing the
However, sitting on the other side of the teapoy, Zhang Tie's heart slowly sunk.
