Chapter 355: Does Darkness Also Have a Fragrance?
Today, I lay on my side and watched the waterfall pour down.
“......”
I didn’t know before that a waterfall could help with spiritual cultivation. Maybe it's because if you put the burning Zaha Guest House under that stream, the fire would go out instantly.
It felt refreshing.
When I looked up to the top of the waterfall, the Three Calamities were looking down at me, and just beneath them stood masters like Im Sobaek, the White-Robed Scholar, the Sword Judge, and the Fist King on protruding rocks.
But no matter how hard I looked, there were never more than ten above me.
When I added a little imagination, someone suddenly barged in where the Sword Judge stood and knocked him off the cliff with their shoulder.
I wondered who such a brute could be—it was Gwangseung.
Of course, the hierarchy in my mind and the actual order of the masters scattered around the waterfall would be different.
What if Gwangseung had actually fought the Three Calamities when he wandered Jianghu in his past life?
It didn’t happen, so even I don’t know. Predicting fights between people on a level higher than me is difficult and presumptuous.
I sat up, crossed my legs, and stared at the waterfall endlessly.