The bright moon hung high in the sky.
Wu Peng stood alone in the wind, his thoughts in turmoil.
It took a long while before he managed to pick himself up. His head hung low and his hands were clasped in front of him, a bone-deep chill seeping into his very being.
Tears fell silently.
Once, under this same moon, we were young men. Filled with nothing but courage, we dared to raise our hands and question the heavens! But now… not only have I lost all my principles, I've even betrayed a friend for personal gain. To win the admiration of others, I've shamelessly groveled, stopping at nothing. What on earth should I do?
Wu Peng kept shaking his head, a bitter smile blooming on his face. This great era was prosperous, yet it could crush a man so thoroughly he couldn't even lift his head.
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Chen Yang's original plan was to drop Xia Chu off and then rush to Lingjin City overnight.
