Frozen for thousands of miles.
Snowflakes were falling densely, like weaving a white net, nothing could be seen beyond a few feet, only the gray background dotted with thousands of white specks.
Three Mountain Pass, within the General's Mansion.
In this courtyard exclusively expanded for Deng Chanyu, a flash of a knife stirred up thousands of layers of goose feathers.
The swirling snow followed her every move, trailing a delicate tassel behind her, reflecting the knife light that accompanied a figure in white moving with the wind.
The wind and snow confused the eyes.
Nezha raised an eyebrow. Though he had already gone easy, Deng Chanyu's sword skills were improving, forming a series of killing strikes around him!
Moreover, this knife.
Nezha extended his finger, the pad of his right index finger tested the blade, and instantly a drop of bright red blood rolled along the blade into the wind and snow.
"A very good knife."
