The stars on the sword are cold, the wind in the zither is desolate, and the brow displays a heroic aura. With a single cup of wine we part ways, stepping out into a vast expanse of mist and water.
Stars illuminate a lone sword, dust brushes against a plain zither. I draw my blade and laugh toward the sky; whether I stay or go, our shared loyalty matches the two peaks of Kunlun!
Alin was startled. That kind of gaze usually meant danger; she always found it easy to lower her guard in front of strangers, never learning her lesson even after being burned. In just a fraction of a second, the face of the woman before her suddenly turned illusory and unreal—it wasn't her eyes playing tricks, it was sleeping potion. Alin immediately held her breath. This woman actually added sleeping drugs to the incense candles used for praying to the Buddha, sacrilegiously offending the Buddha. She was truly daring and reckless.
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