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.,Zhou's momentum had completely dissipated in an instant. If he had just been perceived by others as a level-ten threat, now he appeared more like a street thug, a complete change of persona.,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.。