The moon was dark, the wind was high, and clouds spanned the miles.
Flame Light burned fiercely, resembling the bonfires of a festival. The air was suffused with the fragrance of White Phosphorus and ash, as if flowers were blooming.
Amidst such a perfect time and beautiful scenery, Jiang Xuan suddenly felt an ease and joy as if it were New Year's.
Even though opponents enough to kill him over a dozen times were just a hair's breadth away, his mood was so elated it seemed to take flight, and his body felt incredibly light.
It was like in some game, where a big boy with a clear, bright smile looks down at his hand: hmm, ancient ingot sword, alcohol, Iron Chain, and one card to kill…
Then, he couldn't help himself and burst forth into loud singing.
"——I'm feeling pumped!!!"
