Yitian Slaying Dragon and Zongwu Huashan

It was late autumn, and the sea of ​​clouds was rolling over the Lotus Peak of Huashan Mountain, like thousands of acres of waves crashing against the cliff. The afterglow of the setting sun coated the entire mountain peak with a layer of dark gold. A few dead leaves swirled in the wind, falling from the branches of the vigorous ancient pine trees and falling into the bottomless canyon. In the back mountain of Huashan sect, a secluded courtyard was filled with a strong and pungent medicinal smell. The smell of the medicine was mixed with bitterness and rottenness, as if all the ominous things in the world were boiled into the same pot. The three Huashan Sect disciples stood outside the door with their hands down, their expressions solemn, and they did not dare to express their anger. From time to time, suppressed coughs could be heard in the hospital, and each sound seemed to exhaust the whole body. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.