I really am the vill

Xu Zimo, clad in white, resembled freshly fallen snow. His hair danced with the cold wind, and his eyes were deep and boundless.,His figure stood slenderly at the edge of the precipice, the breeze whipping his white clothes into a rustling sound.,Xu Zimu arrived at Qingshan Peak, the residence of the most powerful figure in Zhenwu Sacred Sect. It wasn't ostentatious or filled with luxurious palaces and pavilions.。