C121 Chapter 121

A cold wind swept through, rustling the bamboo leaves.

Yang Mu lifted his axe, swung once, and brought it down on a stalk. A fresh notch appeared instantly.

The ground was blanketed in a thick layer of dry bamboo leaves. Several cut stalks lay scattered every which way, their smaller branches still untrimmed.

Wan Qiqi stepped into the bamboo grove, and the wind hit her head-on