The night was cold
The frigid wind blew without an end.
The frontline observation tower.
Gu Qing Shan appeared out of thin air.
There was a single set of ancient metal scale armor on the ground, other than that, there was nothing else.
Gu Qing Shan crouched down on the cold stone floor and gazed outside the observation tower.
Among the cascading mountain tops, the fragmentary beacon-fire was slowly being snuffed out, leaving only a thin column of smoke that slowly rose and was blown away by the wind, displaying the same shade as the night sky.
There was nothing but the sound of howling wind.
A faint smell of blood was being transmitted through the wind, but then quickly faded away.
Roarr-----
There was the faint sound of a heavy cry, but even when Gu Qing Shan sent his inner sight to confirm, he found nothing.
------seems like it was too far from where I am.
