C334 The Worry of Parting

Repeated progress of Shizhen of Tibetan Scriptures to eighty-five

In the inn, the east wind blew.

A slight chill entered Zhang Xian's silk robe and woke him up from his stupor. The crowd was still clamoring downstairs. Unknowingly, he had already been sitting on the stairs of the inn for two hours.

During the day, when he heard that Yue Fei wanted to join the army