Chapter 1247

loneliness would wash over Zhao Ping'an. He had always been this way, ever since he was a child. For over twenty years, he had lived in the mountains with his master, their days blending seamlessly i...rds Zhao Ping'an. There was no whistling sound as they cut through the air; instead, the surroundings grew eerily silent, as if all sounds had been absorbed by the whips.It is not difficult to guess t...