When Moxiang lifted his cloak, Chu Yu and her companions were nearly stunned. This person, whom they recognized as long dead, was now vividly standing before them.
Despite his emaciated appearance, damaged visage, and even an expression vastly different from before, they could still recognize him; this was Moxiang.
This was indeed Moxiang.
In the snowy landscape, it seemed as if a subtle and faint fragrance was wafting through the air, spreading out like threads of silk.
Liu Sang muttered, "That, it looks like Brother Moxiang... Wasn't he dead?" Shivering, he added, "Could it be a ghost?"
When Chu Yu saw Moxiang, she was slightly taken aback before realizing something and smiling.
Before Moxiang had lifted his cloak, Hua Cuo had already known the identity of the comer, yet upon seeing Moxiang's current state, a look of guilt immediately appeared on his face.