The sky was completely covered by thick and billowing dark clouds, and the sultry heat revealed a sense of oppression that made it almost suffocating. Everything would be destroyed moments before the heavy rain...
An arrogant and arrogant voice sounded in the hall, "Really, really, this is what you said? Is this the promise you made to me? Is it a promise, or a mockery? It's really ridiculous. The dignified Green Envoy of Yufengmu turned out to be such a person? Would you abandon him for someone you once abandoned? Kneel down in front of me after passing a woman? Hahahaha... That's ridiculous, tell me, if your master, Old Man Tian, died underground, would he be so angry that he would be resurrected?" The arrogant and cold words cut the proud man's heart into pieces, and there was no room for euphemism. His face was ashen and his lips were extremely pale, but he still gritted his teeth and knelt on the ground without saying a word.
Outside the window, the thick black clouds are getting thicker and thicker, and they are like a pool of mixed ink. The only mark between the sky and the earth is the gloom that cannot distinguish black and white. How can the sky and the earth be clear? How is the world turned upside down? Does everything have to be destroyed or reborn in a storm?
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