C97 Thousands of Rivers and Thousands of Mountains

Ling Yun had been recovering for more than three months, and it was already the beginning of winter. Most of the people at the Pine Leaf Ferry were wearing cotton-padded jackets, while Ling Yun stood at the crossing with a wooden sword on his right hip and a wine jug on his left, his black hair flowing behind him.

Lord Mo was like jade, a peerless young master