C310 The Sword of Sorrow

Mo Lingfeng was playing the zither as he walked. The sound of the zither was extremely sad, and there was a hint of tiredness in it. It was as if he had seen through the world, but he had no choice but to move forward.

A long sigh came from the side. A middle-aged man with a pair of wise eyes appeared beside him. His eyes were filled with vicissitudes of life, and at the same time