Chapter Forty-Nine: The Night Watchman

he towering, intricately designed palaces.On a large martial arts field, one person danced alone.Long hair tied into a ponytail, exploded in the air like a whip tip, drawing powerful and graceful arcs...bing his ideal, there was a sparkle in his otherwise ordinary eyes.To say "universal peace" in Old Monkey Tavern would surely be met with uproarious laughter.If you shouted that on the streets of Mow...