Martial Arts Treasure: Pegasus Frost Clothes

The night is like a piece of velvet soaked in ink, weighing heavily on the rolling mountains. On the rugged mountain road, two figures were struggling to move forward under the dim moonlight. The trouser legs had already been wet with dew and were stained with dark brown mud spots.​ "Dad, how long do we have to go?" The girl's voice was obviously tired, and the broken hair on her forehead was stuck to her sweaty cheeks. Her name is Shangguan Lan, and she just turned sixteen this year.