BVAHEDLA[W Chapter 55

Chapter 55 Ancient 29 "Perhaps I should call you—Ji Yan-ning..." Lu Mo-chen sprawled on the ground, completely disregarding his image, his face streaked with the soot from the flames. He struggled to regulate his breathing, but his throat was filled with a strong, lingering metallic taste of blood. With such heavy gasps, he felt the cold wind rush into his lungs, making even breathing painful, as if knives were scraping across them. Despite this, he wiped the sweat from his chin and laboriously…