Chapter 897: Old Monk, You Broke Your Vow of Anger

es were extinguished, blood streamed down with the rain, gathering into a dark crimson current that flooded the city.On this day, according to the legends of the people of the capital who witnessed it...in check. But in the capital, even the slightest ripple can be a monstrous wave that could shatter me to pieces."From her husband's words, she heard helplessness and fear. The middle-aged woman hurrie...