Chapter 86 The Assassination in Linhe City

Outside the peach curtain, no rich aura was flowing. It was windy and cold. The whole wasteland was like a dried river covered by autumn frost, showing different levels of the colors of dryness. Everything within the vision was desolate. The wilderness near the peach curtain seemed to be blessed by the immortal mountain. The bushes with dark green leaves were just discernible. The roads carved out were also covered by dry grass and took on the same color as the wilderness, because they were not trodden for a long time.