Lord of Ten Thousand

Walking under the eaves, Li Yuan's lotus-patterned garment was soaked by the rain. The unrelenting wind still blew his black robe, causing it to rustle ominously.,When he awoke from his dream, the frail energy within him was forcefully jolted awake by reality. Perhaps he would never have the chance to get up again.,Let me know if you'd like to translate something else!。