Bab 63: Chapter 57 Where Did the Good Fortune Go?!

Two months later, Wuliang Mountain.

At this time, it was November and winter was approaching, bringing along strong and cold mountain winds.

Especially at night, the icy mountain winds would carry frost debris from deep within the Wuliang Mountain, blowing it all around.

Not to mention ordinary people without cultivation, even those protected by True Yuan would feel the cold piercing into their bones if they stood in the mountain wind for a long time.

"Four thousand five hundred twelve, four thousand five hundred thirteen..."

The cold full moon cast silver radiance, shining upon the figure of Chen Yuan.

Compared to when he joined Wuliang Mountain, his previously thin frame had become much stronger, and his stature had also grown by half a foot.

Though his face still held youthful tenderness, his expression had become more serene and even aloof.