What Happens in the Snowfield... (1)

Three claws were chopped off at the base!

And three streams of blood spurted out!

The blood caught Feng Wu right in the face, and she was stunned.

The Frosty Night Beast darted a malicious glance at Feng Wu.

It could sense its internal elixir on the girl.

After another brooding look, the beast turned around and fled.

The sword also spun in midair before it flew back to Jun Linyuan's hand.

Only then was Feng Wu able to breathe again.

She had been holding her breath since the beast showed up. The pressure had been suffocating.

Looking around, Feng Wu saw that she and Jun Linyuan were the only people here, for as far as the eye could see.

The crown prince put down his sword and marched toward her.

His black hair and long robe flapped in the wind, and he looked every bit what an extraordinary swordsman should look like.

For some unknown reason, Feng Wu couldn't look away from him.