Dao Liu took a deep breath, raised his eyes to the sky already covered by the night, while the sounds of crickets and frogs echoed in his ears.
"Lian Chengyu has come out of the mountains again?"
Dao Liu muttered to himself.
Gu Tong was startled, then scratched his head in confusion, "Master, who did you just mention? Lian Chengyu?"
Dao Liu nodded, "In this world, there are countless people who wear masks, but the only person with a rose imprint on the mask is Lian Chengyu."
Gu Tong realized, he patted his forehead, yes, that person must be Lian Chengyu! It's just that Lian Chengyu was submerged for thirty years, and at that time, he was particularly young, unable to remember anything. All the rumors about Lian Chengyu were from Dao Liu's mouth.
"Lian Chengyu is the Estate Owner of Lianhuan Manor, which may not be particularly famous in the world of martial arts, but his name alone strikes terror into people's hearts."
Dao Liu sighed.
