Chapter 1: Sandalwood
It’s Snowing. It's cold. The blood is hot. Snowflakes fell from the gloomy sky in the middle of winter, concealing the outlines of the surrounding barren mountains, and sky and mountains suddenly became the same colo. Shen Du was a little confused about the direction. His vision was already blurred. The wounds on his left shoulder and right abdomen were savagely opening, and the blood gushing out continuously took away his strength and temperature, leaving bright traces in this barren mountain. But he doesn't care. He would not have escaped here if the chasing soldiers had been faster; if he had escaped here, the heavy snow would have had ample time to hide his footprints. What's more, there is Tianji Temple in front, right? Cough! The stone in the deep valley stumbled, and Shen Du's footsteps were heavy and staggering, but he was luckily supported by Chuihong sword in his hand, and he narrowly escaped falling to the earth. It's only that the qi and blood in the en...