"The sword is what sword, Young Hero's Golden Light Sword, the knife is what knife, Hero's gentle knife, the person is what kind of person, a person Acting for Heaven."
In the night, Duan Yun sat on a hillside, holding swords and knives while humming a song.
Searching for the White Socks Sect had not been successful, especially in the mountainous and watery Yu State, where it was even less friendly towards an outsider Young Hero.
Today, Duan Yun had encountered some living people, but they were all disaster victims.
Not only were they not wearing White Socks, some of them didn't even have pants.
Tonight there was a moon, and a cold wind blew through the mountains, below the hillside, the river water roared, and the moonlight blurred along with the pine shadows on the riverbank.
It was a beautiful scene.
However, Duan Yun was not in the mood to appreciate it.
He still hadn't found the White Socks, nor had he killed them.
