"The array formation at the perimeter has been triggered... I wonder which fellow cultivator has come to visit?"
Inside the hall, everyone exchanged glances. Zhao He put down his wine cup, stood up, and said:
"Hold on, everyone. I'll go take a look."
After Zhao He left the grand hall, the group paused their banquet and instinctively began to guess and discuss:
"Might it be those friends from Kongqing River?"
"Perhaps it's a new cultivator like Fellow Daoist Qingxu?"
"That's possible, but it surely wouldn't be the people from Wuyin Island..."
As everyone was discussing, Zhao He returned with a strange expression, and behind him floated the body of a young man.
That body was frozen stiff, his face pale and blue, a clear sign of cold invading the bones.
The coarse clothes on him were worn out in many places, the soles of his cloth shoes were worn through, and faint traces of blood could be seen on his palms, soles, and elbows.
