C73 The Duel at the Half-pass Mountain

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. The forty-two curved paths of Banguan Mountain were like a silver winding mountain. Ding Xuanyao had been running on these forty-two curved lines since she was ten, no matter if it was a competition. Every street light in this place was either for practice or for relaxation. Every road sign, every plant, and tree had witnessed her growth