The breeze blew the willows, and a faint fragrance drifted into the solemn ancient temple without leaving any trace.
Gently surrounding this temple.
With a dark smile, he walked gently across the courtyard and stopped in front of a Zen courtyard. Submerged in the Zen room.
The night was as cold as water, and there was no sound of knocking in the temple.
Meng Xie quietly crossed the obstacle and landed on the edge of the bed.
Cold fingers gently scratched the man's face.
He woke up and looked at her in surprise. I wanted to sit up, but found I couldn't move.
"Your alertness is getting lower and lower. Do you think this will happen when you get older?" Meng Xie chuckled. There was a hint of evil in his eyes.
"That's right. It's been seventeen years. After seventeen years of peace in the martial arts world, who would still remember me who should have disappeared from the world long ago. Maybe you think I'm dead too."