C94 Shuntian

In the pavilion, Ji Chang laughed for an entire incense stick of time before calming down. He quickly put away the turtle shell and the three copper coins into his sleeve. Crouching on the shore, writing furiously, not stopping for a moment.

For three whole days, night and day, day and night.

How could an old man over sixty years old, if he did not have the blessing of the heavens