In a valley flowing with blood and left in utter ruins, Feng Haoran wore a grim expression.
This was not his first time leaving Shanglin City, nor was it his first time passing through Xianyun Town, but it was the first time he had left feeling so battered and humiliated.
In the past, when he passed through the mountains here, there had been no such ignorant and foolish mountain bandits.
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