In 2648, something strange happened and natural disasters raged.
One day, when an unprecedented natural disaster struck China, it suddenly turned a corner and headed towards the neighboring Luo Yan.
On the mountain peak, there were five people standing against the wind, admiring everything.
"Brother Qiu, why do I feel like these natural disasters listen to you so much?"
Chen Wuqiu put his index finger on his lips and hissed: "Don't pry into my brother's secrets."
