The wind howled through the forest under the night sky, like a cry or a complaint, like sorrow and anger.
Lu Qingshan's figure swiftly moved through the forest, unable to help but shiver.
Although a Sword Cultivator's body is weak, that's only compared to cultivators of other schools. At least they are immune to cold and heat and undisturbed by poisons, so Lu Qingshan shouldn't feel the cold.
The root cause is the rules of this world being too formidable, not only sealing all mana but also greatly weakening the strong physique that comes from mana cleansing.
In this world, the first enemy Lu Qingshan encountered wasn't the so-called "natives," but the rules of the Heavenly Dao.
"It really is never-ending," Lu Qingshan said softly.
"However, it seems fortune has arrived." He inclined his ear to listen, faintly hearing rapid footsteps, very heavy.
Although he didn't know who it was, it should be humans.
