"Huff, puff, ha, haha..."
Liang Qu's chest rose and fell violently as the hot summer air rushed into his lungs. His vision followed along the surface of the Yellow Sand River, heading east, staring directly at the sinking sun.
Golden light intersected and flickered, interlocking like jagged teeth.
Liang Qu had never felt his future path so open and wide, as if he was galloping on a bed, sleeping soundly in the grasslands, dancing in a bustling crowd.
The path to redemption is right there!
On the shore of the Yellow Sand River, Sinan watched as King Huai nodded and then shook his head, worriedly.
They had just clocked in for two days, and how did it turn out like this? Some people are destined never to clock in; even if their every strand of hair was dipped in ink, they could take three days off after writing.
