C165 Whispers in Bars

The silver moon slowly climbed up to the sky like an old woman struggling to walk on the top of a mountain. Behind Ming Dao and Gouzi, there were black silhouettes left behind by the moonlight.

The night wind had already begun, bringing with it a chill that pierced through their collar. The cold was bone-chilling, and even before winter arrived, there was already an aura of frost