Today, clear skies ☀
Li Ping'an counted off the days on his fingers. It had been over a month since he entered Sunset Forest.
This month could well be called a bountiful harvest.
Li Ping'an had filled an entire Storage Ring with things, not counting the bulging bundles he and Old Ox carried on their backs.
Not only that, they had also seen the beautiful sunset over Sunset Forest.
At that moment, the setting sun tumbled into the distant fields of stars, evening suddenly fell upon the mortal world, and autumn had already come to the mountains and rivers.
He had forgotten who said it: dusk was this shore, the most ethereal foreshadowing before daybreak.
Dusk was the far shore, the most pleasant ending before everything shattered.
This shore and the far shore, joined together, made up an entire lifetime.
Laughing and sighing over the mortal world-to the east, who was composing a song for whom?
To the west, dusk lingered still, passing like mist and clouds.
Li Ping'an sat on a rock, playing the Erhu.
The mercenaries, exhausted after a day's work, sprawled on the ground in all manner of poses.
They gazed at the dusk and listened to the little tune, smiles on their lips.
They were like farmers who had toiled for a year and finally reached harvest season.
Zhang Long glanced at the road they had come by. It was time to head back.
This journey might have been their smoothest in decades.
The mercenaries sang mountain songs at the tops of their voices, smiles on every face.
It was as though they could already picture selling off this batch of goods and counting the money with their own hands.
"This really isn't something you see often. This trip's been far too smooth," Ge Erdan