Across the land, cha

Chen Xiuan put away his brush and ink, leaning on his cane, carrying a solid wooden lunch box in one hand, and walked step by step towards the city center.,The warm sunlight fell on my body, and the feeling of icy coldness lessened slightly.,Holding the jet-black broken sword in his right hand, it trembled violently, as if all the blood in his body was boiling at that instant!。