Chapter 287: The sunset is a crimson hue; it's either rain or wind.

With Xiong Da and Xiong Er clearing the way ahead, Su Changqing and his group finally made it out of the mountains before dark and arrived at an ancient road that was slightly wider than the mountain path.

This is the time when the black flames return to nothingness.

In the distance, where the mountains meet the sky, layers upon layers of sunset clouds resemble silk, crimson as blood, more beautiful than rouge.