Chapter Eighteen: Wu Fu

rock, he stood firm upon the martial arts platform.Qin Zhizhen, in all black, was like a silent, brooding reef.Qing Shan, clad in a green robe and wielding his sword, resembled a towering pine tree.E...up"The taste of bitterness!Only the glow on the bed board had gathered into a mirror, reflecting the yellow-faced old monk's face within.He seemed to be sitting on top of a mountain, with a tree besid...