C221 Chapter 221

Last night, the jagged hills lay in darkness; on the way in, clouds clung to my clothes.

Inside the central command tent of the Shuopeng camp.

Chong Li lounged at an upholstered daybed, a faintly ink-scented scroll in hand, flipping through it with casual indifference.

The lamplight burned low, sketching the breathtaking lines of him—elegant as an orchid, straight as a jade tree