C623 Training

On a small, desolate mound, Yih Qiu sat cross-legged with his eyes closed. The Dragon Rider military uniform he was wearing had long been ruined to the point where it was difficult to cover his body, revealing the crisscrossing scars on his body.

The sky was gloomy and chilly wind blew. Those with better eyesight could even see a trace of blood in it