Thud!
Thud!
The muffled footsteps, like bells and drums, approached from afar.
The thick snow on the ground, mixed with rainwater, stirred up ripples of snowflakes that tumbled like shaking a quilt, spreading outward from the distance and landing on the bluestone steps in front of Xu Ji's wood carving shop, exploding like a wave of snow.
Wave after wave, as if each step taken would stir up such ripples.
The sobbing cries echoed continuously, traveling from one end of the long street to the other.
It was as if the gates of hell had been opened, and the sobbing ghosts...
wailed out, roaming the human world at night!
In the alleyway.
The old man, listening to the footsteps approaching, felt the intense divinity mixed within the steps and gently patted the child, Lu Chi, beside him.
"Go, foolish child."
"A fight among martial artists shouldn't involve a divine cultivator... That would be too much,"
the old man said softly.