C879 Great Figures

"Right here."

Under the moonlight, the bald man wrapped in a black robe gently sniffled.

"I smell it, it's the smell of the battlefield."

... "Master, can you stop joking?"

He glanced at the black-robed man beside him. The young man carrying the large saber had a stiff expression on his face.

"This is the capital of a country... Alright, although I don't know which day it is, that's right