Chapter 881 Meeting Alexander

• If one were to stumble and fall early in the morning, still groggy from sleep, or in the middle of the night when rushing out to relieve oneself, it would be considered a normal occurrence.
• However, it was precisely this kind of courtyard design that best embodied the aura of a sage detached from the mundane world.
• At that moment, Alexander stood on the edge of a steep cliff, his back to the mountain path all sage-like. His indigo cloth robe fluttered in the wind, his white hair dancing wildly. He looked as if he could mount a crane and fly westward at any moment.