"Makes sense, makes sense!!"
Unable to keep up the act, Chen Tianshou nodded repeatedly, a trace of delight on his lips, "Brother Luo, until we meet again!"
After hastily bidding farewell, Chen Tianshou flew on his sword and quickly vanished beyond the horizon as a sword light.
Luo Fei looked at Chen Tianshou's departing silhouette, his lips curled slightly.
With a flourish, he spread his fan, gently fanning himself as he swaggered forward.
With each step he took, it seemed as if the ground shrunk underfoot, traversing a hundred meters in an instant.
"Who knows if your Taihang Sword Sect can even survive this winter."
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As time passed by day by day, the weather became increasingly desolate and cold, with temperatures dropping each day.
Winter was approaching.
Guo Erwa seemed quite experienced, aside from practicing boxing and static skill breathing daily, she spent most of her time in the forest constantly hunting and making jerky.
