Yun Lan also unsheathed her sword, and the tip of the sword shone brightly and coldly, as if reflecting the cold air above the snow-capped mountains.
The one who is suspected of being Cang Min does not need to draw his sword. The heavy sword has no edge and no scabbard.
It's already cold on the top of the mountain, but now the sunlight is blocked, like night, and the wind is blowing, making it even more chilly.
Silas Lin looked at the sky.
When the thick clouds became darker, as if they were about to drip with thick ink---a white light tore open the sky, briefly dazzling people.
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