Even though Daoist Sanguang had practiced martial arts and still had some breathing techniques that he picked up from a young age, but he could not defend himself as he was starving. His entire body ached while he suffered from the cold and hunger. He even felt that he had nowhere to go in this vast word.
The moon rose over the tip of the tree branch. The north wind blew, the ground was chilled. Daoist Sanguang, who was initially unconscious, regained consciousness. There was no one on the street at this hour because it was getting dark and everyone had returned home.
Daoist Sanguang was in a haze. He remembered about the daoist temple, that was his home. He stumbled back.
Yuguan had mountains on its three sides with one side facing a river. The daoist temple was around the river area. The river was also called Yushui..