The dawn before darkness is the most hazy, the starlight has not yet dissipated, and the path on the mountain has a hint of coolness. Someone was running staggeringly towards the mountain. Blood flowed from the wounds on his body from time to time. The original color of his long gown could no longer be seen and was dyed dark red by the blood. The air seemed to be filled with the smell of blood, which carried far away in the wind.
"Lin Qifeng, are you still running?" The red figure held a sword and chased after him closely. His clothes were flying around, and he felt like he was strolling leisurely. The steps under his feet didn't seem to be fast, but his speed was obviously better, and he was closing the distance bit by bit.
When they reached the top of the mountain, the man named Lin Qifeng finally couldn't hold on any longer and stopped. He used his sword to support the ground and held himself up to prevent himself from falling. When he raised his head, he said in a hoarse voice: "Zhan Nanxia is really superb in martial arts, Lin admires him."