Chapter 285: An Epoch-Defying Battle Shocks the Winds and Clouds

On the seventh day of September, the sky was clear, and the air was crisp.

Auspicious for marriage, moving house, and breaking ground.

Inauspicious for opening a business, installing a bed, and performing a consecration ceremony.

The warm sunlight filtered through the air, filled with a leisurely, lingering scent of sandalwood that suffused the deep autumn, satisfying the emptiness between heaven and earth.

Atop Wangjing Mountain, a fierce Black Flood Dragon was coiling around in the forest.

An Jing gently stroked the scales of the Black Flood Dragon, feeling the icy cold glint through them.

Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but recall the year when he, along with the Black Flood Dragon and Lou Xiangzhen, roamed Jianghu.

Time had flown swiftly, nearly two years had blinked by.

Zhao Qingmei, carrying a sword box on her back and holding two jars of wine, approached without a word, her gaze steady on An Jing.