Although he had cultivated for half an Hour, the morning was still young.
The morning mist, having condensed into frost upon the treetops, had not yet scattered, and a chill still bit at the air.
Xu Yunfan tightened the Profound Iron Belt at his waist, fastened his Profound Steel Bracelets, and slung the Thunderfire Qilin Hammer onto his back. Just as he was about to head down, his footsteps suddenly stopped. He whipped his head up to look at a figure on a nearby ridge.
Thirty paces away stood Su Zhenhe. His moon white arrow sleeves were damp with dew, and the eight-sided sword in the sharkskin scabbard at his waist glinted with a cyan light.
