Si Xingkong
Editor: Transn
"The weather is so bad, just snowing whenever it feels like it. Doesn't it know that I've hated cold weather ever since I was a child?" Chang Qiqi moaned while holding the fighting sword. He was walking in the frost and snow, the wisp of breath he exhaled turned into a long pillar of white smoke.
After getting rid of the man in black, he quickly followed the track that Zhang Ruochen and Huang Yanchen had left behind.
After 500 kilometers he still couldn't see any sign of them.
"Junior fellow apprentice Chang, if you're cold, would you like a sip of the 'Burning Wine'?" A voice floated into Chang Qiqi's ears.
"Who is that?"
"Clash!" Chang Qiqi was shocked and immediately took out his fighting sword. His tiny eyes shaped like green peas looked around, trying to discover where the voice had come from.
"Look to the east. A hundred meters away there is a 2,000 meter high mountain. I'm standing on the hillside of that mountain." The sound continued.