The autumn leaves have fallen from the branches, there is a layer of white frost on the eaves tiles, and the copper kettle dripping on the porch makes a monotonous sound.
The flowers and leaves are withered, the remaining lotuses are gone, and the place is lonely and desolate.
Leon Chen leaned against the window and watched silently for a while, then asked coldly: "What's the matter?"
Several figures appeared in the courtyard. They were very cautious in their movements. Demonic cultivators know how to look at their faces. The chill on Leon Chen's body was getting heavier and heavier, just like the weather in late autumn.
Victor Shi didn't show up, so naturally it was Leon Chen who had the final say on the Yuzhou Demonic Path.
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