C62 The Sword Is like a Mountain Pressing down on Duckweed

Ling Yun sat alone in his study, deep in thought. He rubbed his face at sunset and sighed, "It's finally starting."

When he was young, his father also liked to be hunched. Although he was young, he seemed to be carrying a lot of things on his back, and he used to be insensible, always grabbing the corner of his father's shirt, telling him to straighten his back while walking