turbing someone.Wu Yinquan peered into the room.The second bed on the left, where a man was lying on his side, was not that of the wealthy scholar. It was the only bed in this cell that faced the vent...aight at the semi-transparent ripples.But this strike felt like it had cut into cotton, light and effortless. The semi-transparent ripple seemed incredibly elastic, extending infinitely along the edge...
Chapter Thirty-Five: Dying to Offer Incense, to Live for the