Previous chapter:
Chapter 235 - Another Year of Heavy Snow
Next chapter:
Chapter 237 - The Golden Pheasant Elder
PREVIEW
... It was clearly just strokes of ink on paper, yet it was so sharp that it seemed like it had been carved into a cliff using a sword.
A tremendous sense of danger filled his heart. The sound of the blizzard seemed to stop. Compared to the speed of the sword qi, the violent wind and drifting snow seemed to be frozen.
The first senior brother’s eyes narrowed. He extended his hand and waved it. The Golden Pheasant’s plume expanded in size by a hundred times and protected him like ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE