Silas Lin and the Lost City of Souls Chapter 109

Silas Lin is dreaming.

In the dream, he was sitting cross-legged in the center of the sword pavilion.

It was snowing outside the palace, and the north wind was howling.

He closed his eyes and practiced the mental technique.

There is a mixture of things, born from heaven and earth, lonely and lonely, independent and unchangeable, and never perishable.