Chapter Thirty-Seventh: Unknown Heart

g just smiled.Both of them rose simultaneously, one holding a bow, the other drawing his sword.This process is so slow, as if it were demonstrating to the onlookers the etiquette of transitioning betw...”“Oh, well then, it’s alright.” Grandpa Ming stood up and walked away.March, early spring.>The blood-red rain, carrying a sense of sorrow, falls upon the mortal world.The earth was shrouded in mist,...