The Great Wasteland under the night sky seemed desolate and lonely, the chill wind howling and seeping a bone-chilling cold. Luckily, everyone there were warriors who trained in the Martial Arts with robust Blood Qi and strong bone marrow. With simple circulations of their Body Secret Hideouts, they easily repelled the cold from their body.
Seeing Xiao Chen and his companion calmly approached, the middle-aged man standing in the center slightly moved his eyes and gave a look towards his group. Although both the old and the young seemed weak, implying their levels of Martial Arts cultivation weren't particularly high, he didn't let his guard down. As a leader, he had to consider the safety of his own group.
