The air around me grew colder and colder, with the surrounding trees completely withered.
Winter was approaching, and the dark energy within me made the surroundings look even more desolate.
In the room, Victor Green stood quietly by the window, looking at me.
He tried to practice according to the breathing and meditation methods I taught him, but found that his qi seemed to be suppressed, unable to advance at all.
"Mr. Raymond's cultivation method... seems a bit strange," Victor muttered quietly.
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Conrad Schroeder sat quietly in the living room, waiting for Uncle Armando.
However, half a minute later, a corpse was carried in.
"Master, Uncle Armando... he's dead!" A servant of the Schroeder Family knelt on the ground with a panicked expression.
On the ground lay Uncle Armando.
He lay quietly, his body shriveled like a mummy.
"Leonardo!" Seeing this scene, Conrad's heart was tormented!
He held Uncle Armando's corpse, his face filled with pain.
