Sword Dao Cultivation

It's not bad, it's a bit like cultivating immortality, unlike some novels where you start with killing and fighting! The winter in the north is very cold. As soon as winter comes, the city is flooded with snowflakes and becomes completely white. A seemingly ordinary night. At this time, charcoal was still an overly aristocratic luxury product in the eyes of ordinary people. Facing the biting cold, even if you are wearing a cotton coat and covering yourself with a quilt, it is still freezing. It is past Haishi, every house is closed, people have gone to bed early, and the streets are deserted. At a dark corner of the street, there was a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old. He had fair skin and average appearance. He was not tall and had regular features, but he was not handsome either. His face was a little sickly pale. Wearing a tattered cotton-padded jacket, his hands and feet were a little purple from the cold, and he was huddled in a corner shivering. "Father! Fan'er misses you so much." The young man muttered softly. On the rooftop in the distance, there were two figures monitoring the young man at the corner. …………