Chapter 403 Martial Arts Is a Tree

On a late midsummer night...

In the middle of the night, the clear sky began to become gloomy.

The dark sky shrouded West Lake. The stars disappeared. West Lake was quiet in the light of Lin'an, like a frozen and dim and blurry landscape painting.

At one moment, the gloomy and depressive night was suddenly lit up by a pale light in the sky.

The light illuminated the bustling landscape of Lin'an. The sky was lit up for a moment, and then became still again.

The next second, the roar of thunder broke the silence in the world.

Torrential rain swept over all of Lin'an in an instant.

Time at the West Lake Clubhouse was still flowing forward among the life of luxury.

West Lake under the rain was beautiful.

However, the water of West Lake under the torrential rain was undulating. Under its magnificence, there was a violent rage that could devour everything.

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