Young Master Supreme Cloud. The Transcendental Cliff

Before he finished speaking, Eunuch Wu swayed on his feet before he fell forward with a loud thud. He fell into a kneeling position, crushing his calves and knees before his entire body collapsed, his head falling off and rolling merrily away.

He had exhausted all of his potential life force; even his soul and subconscious had been poured into the execution of the Incandescent Meteor Soul.

His body was like cracked porcelain, primed to shatter upon a delicate touch.

Yun Yang took a deep breath.

Autumn is here. It is the eighth month’s mid-autumn. Time to reunite…

Obviously, Eunuch Wu’s identity was the fifteenth of the eighth month!

"We’re going right from spring to autumn…" Yun Yang mumbled under his breath, feeling confused and bewildered about this entire case.

This Hall of Autumn’s man had just died in his hands, and for no practical reason whatsoever.

It had all been just an attempt to mildly probe the enemy, an unexpected test for both sides.