On the high city wall of the border, Pei Yuanjun stood on it in purple. The wind blew over his black cloak, rustling continually.

His noble and handsome face was cold, and his eyes were as dark as ink. There was a hint of cruelty in his eyes. He seemed to be brewing a storm.

But his cruelty was extremely harmonious with this dark wall!

Here at the border, every soldier guarding here had a fierce expression on their face, making them look ...