C75 Dao Lihe the Naturally Lazy Successor of the Sword Saint

The moon hung high in the sky, and the moon that rose again tonight was not the moon that hung high in the sky last night. The cool breeze was cool, and there was a hint of coldness in it. The courtyard was a bit more lonely than usual. Ji Qingqiu was sitting on a drunk chair, holding a pot against the moon. He was full of melancholy, but no one talked to him