Samsara Qing Emperor

Jiang Jue's palms were pressed against the rough bark of the tree, and there was dirt between his fingernails. The sound of heavy rain hitting the thatched roof was very similar to the sound when Wang Hu kicked the wooden door of his house yesterday. Her father's suppressed coughing sound was heard on the bed, and her sister Jiang Ling'er huddled beside the stove, pressing a wooden stick against the door - even though she knew that it would not be able to stop the people Wang Hu brought. "Brother, is Jiuyelan really at Soul-Desolating Cliff?" "Here." Jiang Jue stuffed the last half of the grain cake into his arms and grabbed the hatchet in the corner. "I will be back before dawn." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.