From such a distance, it was impossible to see what the small dot was, so Li Zhiyuan directly asked:
"Have you seen whose bloodline Chen Jing from the Demon Clan belongs to?"
Zhao Yi: "Either a wolf or a dog, in any case, it has a sharp nose."
The wind in the mountains blew swiftly, and the people in the mountains walked quickly as well.
As the distance closed, the two black dots, one large and one small, gradually turned into a man in a black robe and a wolfdog following beside him.
Zhao Yi: "Guess, who do you think he is?"
Li Zhiyuan: "Let's just make a bet, whether his surname is Yu or not."
The man and the dog came forward.
The black-robed man's face was covered by his hat, obscuring his true appearance, but his exposed hands and the half of his forearms were full of horrific scars.
Each scar seemed like a living entity, exuding a chilling pressure, as if silently telling a stirring story.
