chapter 31 morale

Jian Youfeng

Early in the morning, the hazy fog on the peak has not subsided, and the ground is wet. I can vaguely see a vague figure holding something in my hand, walking up the forest path to the top of the peak.

The old man in commoner clothes stood on the top of the peak, with his hands behind his hands. His old eyes looked at the red glow in the east, waiting for the sun to rise and dispel the surrounding fog.

Suddenly, his ears moved slightly, and a kind smile...