Chapter 897: Old Monk, You Broke Your Vow of Anger

it these past few days, the coldest time of winter wasn't when it snowed, but when the snow melted. The father and son stood with their hands tucked in their pockets at the front gate of the East Pala...needn't get angry. This might not necessarily be a bad thing."Li Yin's eyes were deep, "What do you mean by that"The elder bowed and said, "There have been too many things happening recently, and almo...