Night is approaching, the sunset slowly hangs above the horizon, just like the nostalgia does not want to leave the general, covering the red face, looking at the distance with affection.

Golden rays, like silk threads, gradually become sparse and dim, leaving shadows behind the roof of courtyard walls and narrow bridges of flowers and trees.

Danxuan walked slowly in the quiet path of the Yao clan, and there was a faint voice of people's voice in his ears. The content was nothing more than today's family trial. Of course, the most talked about was the strong rise of Danxuan in this trial.

Danxuan walks up to him and his...