C288 Wise people get first(part i)

Facing the cold wind, Solurian Mountain let the cold wind blow against his chest. The spring wind outside was still as cold as a knife, carrying a biting temperature and hardness as it slid across his chest.

No matter how cold the wind was, it would not extinguish the fire in his chest. Thinking about the fire in the royal court in the Great Wen City, Yue Chan Juan