Jiang Ci, a River That Has Traveled Far and Wide, I Am Back Alive

The setting sun was like blood, soaking the entire wilderness. The smoke slowly dispersed in the wind, leaving only dust on the ground and a lingering aura of anxiety. Wei Zhao walked step by step, walking steadily but with an undisguised fatigue. Under his clothes, old and new wounds intertwined, and his flesh was pulled with every move. However, his eyes were firmly fixed on the thin figure in front of him from beginning to end, and he never moved away for a moment.