Chapter 61

ing with sharp fangs, like projectiles fired.The figure, tall and nimble with a blade held high, dodged attacks effortlessly. He crouched low, drawing a bow smoothly onto his shoulder, then in a swift...Rong Zhaonan had already cooked sweet potato porridge—their staple food."Tonight, we can stir-fry river prawns and eat fish." Ning Yuan was holding a fish basket full of river prawns and four or five...