C63 Poor Mountains and Rivers

Half a month later, it was the sweltering heat of July. Ling Yun had reached the Qingquan Town for the rest of his life. Looking at the rest of his life that was covered in sweat, Ling Yun ridiculed: "It's that hot?"

Ling Yun nodded as he fanned himself for the rest of his life. The weather was hot, and the heat was unbearable. On the other hand, Ling Yun looked pleased. For the rest of his life