Bab 201: Tourist

His whole body was clad with old armor, which was covered in dust. He had sat there guarding the mausoleum for hundreds of years.

Chen Changsheng looked at the pavilion from far away and looked at that legendary divine general. He stayed silent.

From time to time, the mountain wind would cause the water from the waterfall to drift into the pavilion, landing on the worn-out armor. The water could not wash off the dust on the armor, but instead it made the armor dirty faster. The person within the armor did not move, and he sat on the rock with his head down. He leaned on his sword as if he was sleeping.