C50 Heart Is Not Dead yet

Duan Zhengshun continued running forward. A fifteen to sixteen year old boy, his speed of plucking water from the swallows was quite the style of his ancestor, Duan Siping.

It was at the northeast corner of the city. The land was wider, and the moonlight shined on the slate floor, making it seem like a pool of water.

On the surface of the water