chapter 398 Four Holy Swords

Kunlun, the majestic mountain, is covered with snow. In this white world, there is a pot of hot tea steaming. An old man came out of a cave in the mountain, carrying a pot of hot tea. He looked at the vast night sky. The cold wind blew like a knife, but the old man's clothes were fluttering, but he seemed not to feel it. "It's almost the end of the year again!" The old man shook his head and sighed. He lifted the teapot, put the spout to his mouth, and the boiling hot tea fell into his mouth....