Fu Zi Mo Qin Luo Yan

"There's still…" Fu Zimuo hesitated for a moment before slowly speaking, "Yin Qi has disappeared.",This is a picturesque small mountain. It's not very tall, but it's ethereal and beautiful, especially in the morning when there are wisps of mist that seem to dance, giving one the feeling of being in a fairyland.,The wind in the mountains was a little chilly, mixed with the scent of herbs.。