C327 Isn't It Good to be Alive?

Night had descended.

Mist wound through the forest like a lurking dragon, cloaked in a gossamer sheen of moonlight. With the passage of time, it gradually vanished from view.

Xie Feng was immersed in his candlelit studies, the world around him a bastion of tranquility.

At the foot of Vast Ink Mountain.

Three silhouettes emerged from the fog, all men