chapter 144 tears

Samsara Peak, mountainside, stone pavilion.

The cool wind blew through the quiet bamboo forest, and the bamboo shadows danced, making a rustling sound. The sound reached the stone pavilion and was almost inaudible. The surrounding mountains and fields were full of wild flowers. In this late night of March, The air is filled with the faint scent of wild flowers, the fragrance is refreshing and refreshing.

The quiet moonlight shines on the ancient Azure Cloud Mountainside....