C55 The calculations of the king of beasts

As the sun slowly set toward the western mountains, the golden afterglow embroidered the peak with gold.

The sword spirit who was sitting on a lonely peak watched the sunset as her heart felt heavy.

Yan Ling and Dao Yin had a fire burning in their lives. They leaned against the dry rations in their pockets.

The sword spirit sat on the mountaintop for a while, feeling a little cold. Suddenly