Three days ago, on the fifth day of May in the First Year of the Great Xia
Ten miles outside the northern side of Jing Valley, three somewhat hurried figures finally stopped in the snow.
Puff...
Chen Yingyuan, having held on for a long time, as soon as he relaxed, the blood he'd been repressing in his throat burst out immediately. His body wobbled, and if it weren't for Chen Yingba and Wu Tianxing's timely support, he might have fallen straight to the ground.
"Elder brother, are you okay?"
"Chief, are you alright?"
Chen Yingyuan waved slightly, indicating he was fine, then turned his head to look south, still with a trace of horror in his eyes.
"Originally, I thought that since He Yuanhun got into trouble, we could take advantage and extend our reach to Arrow Bamboo Forest, but Xia Hong's power is so terrifying. I estimate that even if the three of us join forces, we might not be able to take him down!"
