C51 Falling Flower of the Thousand Li

Black is not black, white is not white. This was the only thing that Pei Yan could think of to describe this world. She held the wine glass in her hand, her knuckles slightly white. The wrinkles on her temples told her that he was no longer young. The matching sword, 'Ru Jun', was lying quietly on the table. When his teacher had matched the sword back then