The continuous rain, beating against the low shrubs on top of Pingyang Ridge.
In the chilly wind, Li Muyang was sitting inside the tent, gritting his teeth in pain.
He had a blood-soaked, bone-deep wound on his shoulder.
Cheng Feiyang, a young cultivator soaked in blood, was sitting on a stool, carefully applying medicine to Li Muyang.
Even in such a dire situation, the aloof youth obsessed with appearing cool still maintained his aloofness and pride.
His white robe had turned blood-red due to excessive bloodstains.
The once handsome face now had three shallow scars crisscrossing each other, giving him a somewhat terrifying look.
Two days ago, during a fierce clash, Li Muyang found himself surrounded by enemy forces, attacked by two leaders from the Blood Lotus Sect wielding high-grade Magic Artifact-level Immortal Swords, forcing him into a desperate situation.
