I really am the vill

His figure stood slenderly at the edge of the precipice, the breeze whipping his white clothes into a rustling sound.,This body was so frail, it was almost unimaginable. He was certain he had returned to the age of fifteen, just the day he was about to begin his cultivation.,Xu Zimu looked into the distance, his white clothes blending with the mist. The wind seemed to be picking up, and there was a hint of madness in his smile.。