Chapitre 131: Flute Spirit

Storm and Downpour were falling in droves in the forest. Zeph in his usual garbs was sitting dreamily inside the rocky cave.

He was taking shelter from this unexpected storm in the cave. His clothes were soaked due to a delay in finding the suitable shelter. After some time, he was able to locate this almost hidden cave to hide from Nature's fury.

The small bonfire was burning near him, keeping the cave and himself warm. Outside winds and hurricanes were slamming so sharp like some ghosts were howling in the dark weather.

He was silent, with jade slip on his feet which was continuously depicting the list of rapidly increasing and decreasing targets that were marked to be eliminated.

Names, like a fickle leaf, were occasionally rising on the top. Then disappearing once someone was taking up that bounty. This process was happening continuously since the day he picked up this jade.

'Life is fleeting moment…."