Chapter Thirty-Five: Dying to Offer Incense, to Live for the

ice was calm and clear, but for some reason, there was a sense of eerie dread that came over it, unlike anything human. It sent shivers down one's spine, like falling into hell.The monk, bound hand an...ng Wuqi lightly coughed a few times, pressed her hand against the book, and stood up: "He doesn't need to look at me."He was bundled in his fox fur, looking a little uncomfortable in the spring chill....