On the rugged Guan Mountain, Silver Ancient Moon led a group of soldiers, climbing in the dark, intending to sneak into Nanming Pass under the cover of night.
But within the walls of Nanming Pass, pairs of eyes watched the movements of Silver Ancient Moon and his men, guns cocked.
The hunters were quietly waiting for the prey to walk into the trap.
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"At this point, Lan Yan, you don't need to tell those lies that no one will believe."
Gao Jin hadn't changed much; he was still that young man in his twenties. But those who knew him before definitely wouldn't recognize him now: the once vibrant face had become lifeless, the meticulously groomed hair turned white and unkempt, the once straight back slightly hunched.
Only the hatred and fleeting madness in his eyes showed that he wasn't a self-degrading walking corpse, but the White Night Walker, Gao Jin.
Lan Yan, however, was unhurried. "Having survived with great difficulty, why not continue to live well?"
