The Dull Story

"Sorry," said Luo Huainan.

The North-Time Bell broke through the wind and snow like a lightning as it moved forward.

Jing Jiu looked at Luo Huainan in silence.

Such an unexpected attack in such a dishonest manner didn't make Jing Jiu change his expression at all.

His eye expression was still quite peaceful, devoid of anger and despair, though there was a hint of boredom.

The lightning along with the drift of the wind and snow touched down.

Boom!!!

The rocky cliff wall collapsed.

Seeing the North-Time Bell hit Jing Jiu squarely to knock him into the midst of the violent wind and snow, Luo Huainan turned and walked into the cave, believing that Jing Jiu had no chance of surviving the fall.

For a brief time outside the cave, the ice had formed on Luo Huainan's eyebrows, and it became hard to operate the zhenyuan since it was getting frozen, and he realized that he couldn't stay around any longer.