C16 The Disastrous Lone Star

Dusk had settled heavily, like the depths of an abyss or a suffocating prison.

In the distance, the dim yellow clouds took on the shape of mountains, forming a continuous range that seemed to press down, making it hard to breathe.

At the base of Qingfeng Ridge, near the Moonlit Bridge, a young woman in white, cradling a swaddled infant