C162 Day of Sacrifice

A drizzle began to fall in the capital these few days, bringing with it a bone-chilling cold. This drizzle covered the Goose Cry Mountain outside the city with a layer of hazy mist, giving it a sense of relaxation as if it had left the mortal world.

Lan Xiang held onto a green umbrella as he walked on the mountain path. Next to him was Qi Zhan, who had changed his appearance