C81 Old Urchin

After turning over the mountain, the road's position became flat, so he didn't have to force himself to keep up with the unbearable bumpiness.

Jinling was a place of water, filled with mist and rain, but the mountains were towering and didn't seem like Jiangnan no matter what. Li Xuanji walked out of the carriage and stopped in front of the stone steps. He was completely silent