It Is Boring in the Wilderness
Editor: Transn
While cleaning up, Ning Que saw the chessboard. He tossed it into a corner and then reached out for the Big Black Umbrella. He couldn't help but shake his head.
As compared to how it had looked like in the past decade, the Big Black Umbrella had undergone great changes. The oily grey sheen on the surface of the umbrella had disappeared completely, revealing a pure black cloth. There were several tears on the edges and it looked rather pathetic.
The Big Black Umbrella had been strong and undefeatable – able to withstand all attacks in the world. However, it had become what it was now. So one could imagine how powerful the Light of Buddha at Lanke Temple was.