C72 Seeker

The autumn wind was blowing. Tian Luo stood alone in the middle of the wasteland, his tattered clothes wrapped around his body, flapped by the wind.

With Tian Luo's cultivation level, even the cold winter wind wouldn't be able to affect him. However, Tian Luo's hair was standing on end as cold sweat dripped down his cheeks. A few mud tunnels appeared on his face