lt;pgt;Tales of the

Flickers danced, his fingertips trembled incessantly. Yishu Yuan's heart pounded like a drum, a fear of being torn apart gripped him.,But before his eyes was a forest interspersed with lingering snow. The setting sun illuminated the river valley, like an uninhabited desolate mountain and ancient forest, making Yi Shuyuan's heart colder than ice water.,Behind a few large trees on the bank, a group of people were hiding. One of them saw what was happening in the river and hesitated to go out, but he was pulled back by those beside him.。