The night is long and the moon is high.
In the hut in the north courtyard, Yun Que's figure was bathed in the moonlight, sitting motionless on the couch.
Within the Sea of Consciousness, on the banks of the River of Swords.
Yun Que the same posture as his main body, sitting quietly by the river and looking at the dark and winding river.
In the distance, the Blind Snake's tall body coiled into a snake formation, always on guard against incoming sword qi.
There was something strange about Blind Snake today, that guy who could usually practice his sword for a whole night was surprisingly quiet today.
This kid's out of energy?
Or am I just a bad target?
The thought creeped up on the blind snake, staring at the man in black in mid-air with its non-existent eyes.
Yun Que's divine soul w
