In a farmhouse in a small mountain village, two groups of people were facing each other. Both sides were prepared for a fight, with roughly equal numbers. The atmosphere was tense... an ominous silence filled with the smell of gunpowder.,Just then, footsteps outside the door slowly approached, accompanied by low murmurs. Zhou Yi could tell that they were just two ordinary people, with no trace of cultivation. He guessed that the person he was waiting for had arrived; they were indeed punctual.,In the misty mountains and waters, the child stood in the courtyard, like a pine tree covered in snow, making people unable to look directly.。