Whooo whooo whooo whooo whooo whooo…
The waning moon hung high; the night wind was like a blade. The beastly roars echoing through the endless mountain range were instantly shredded to tatters.
Mountains, cold moon—between the vast heavens and earth, a desolate, mournful air filled everything, making a chill of horror involuntarily rise from the depth of one's heart.
Amid a patch of scattered rocks in a mountain hollow, a leaping bonfire added a few strands of vitality to the heavy night.
Leaning against a huge boulder, Luo Feng poked at the campfire.
Staring at the ghostly dancing flames, Luo Feng muttered to himself:
