Leng Jiahe looks at Lin Feng's resolute face as if he sees the hope for the future of the Empire. But he could not imagine that it was he who planted a seed of evil for the future of the Empire.

as time goes by, three months will soon pass. The climate also changed from mild cold in early spring to hot in summer, but in the small bamboo forest in the east of Tongtian college, all the old and the young are still working hard in sweat.

the old man stabbed his back with a knife, and the young man held it. At the same time, the blade was...