Lord of Ten Thousand

Raindrops tapped on every tile roof in the city, making a rhythmic clicking sound as they strolled down each street.,But over the past two years, those admiring glances have turned into scorn.,The young man in blue robes who wanted to break out of the square was accepting jeers from behind like a surging tide, each one like a blade piercing his body, making his breathing come in short gasps.。