[Douluo Dalu] Different Colors

At the end of the day, Holy Soul Village was just an ordinary, remote little village. But ask it why it had become extraordinary, and it wouldn't know... Well, the tavern owner who arrived three years ago began to understand that everything was about to begin when he gained a regular customer and saw a frail child who often went out for morning exercise. Wei Shengxuan lowered his hood. The face, nearly half hidden, wore a languid expression. The afternoon sun streamed through the elm leaves in front of the tavern, scattering flecks of gold over his black hood. Even such a strange outfit seemed to fit the scene, making it look peaceful and beautiful. After a brief daze, he turned and walked back into the tavern. He poured himself a pot of osmanthus wine, then slowly filled his cup, one after another. The white porcelain cup nestled between his pale, slender fingers. Everything was so beautiful. Lord, I ask you: could you let me have a little more peace and quiet? In that scene, Wei Shengxuan finally couldn't keep it together.