Heavenly Tang Brocad

At the age of sixty, Fang Xuanling, wearing his official robes, stood in the courtyard with his hands behind his back. He looked up at the snow-covered roof and wore a face full of worry.,The boy on the rooftop, however, remained unmoved, with his head tilted back as if lost in thought.,Fang Xuanling's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared to the heavens: "Damn beast! Get down here!"。