183 Can All These Kinds of Cultivation Let Us Live Forever?

Li Sansi took a deep breath and continued running. He reached Tianhan Gate at night.

He heaved a warm sigh. Fluffy snow fell in the dark night and with the guidance of the garrison soldiers, he went up the gate tower.

Since it was snowing, the brilliant light of the moon was hidden by dense clouds. Not even a sliver of it peeked through.

The garrison soldiers of North County all knew who Li Sansi was. Although he had held off the North County Army alone at Buzhou Peak, there was no denying the amount of work he had put into fending off the Xirong soldiers when he had been wandering around their borders.

"Has it ended?" Li Sansi whispered.

He stood in the snow, his Taoist robes billowing in the wind.

Beside him, a North County general dressed in armor nodded.