C762 Black and White Impermanence

The scent of blood hung thick in the air, weaving through the jungle.

Chu Lin made his way toward the mountain's summit, Ling Hao in tow, leaving a river of blood in their wake.

Bathed in the hazy moonlight, Chu Lin's silver hair whipped about wildly, giving him a demonic appearance. His face, etched with the intent to kill, was both handsome and eerie