C2729 Sword Dao Mansion

Ancient path, dry pine, broken monolith.

Sharp eyebrows, starry eyes, white robe.

Wei Wuji sat under the Withered Pine, his slender fingers stroking the strings of the strings. Mountains and rivers flowed with the sound of the zither...

He was in a really good mood.

Otherwise, even if he claimed to be a gentleman, when he encountered such melancholy