In the northernmost part of the Tianwu Empire lies the Mobei Ice Plain.
A young man, covered in blood, was confronting a pack of timber wolves. His black robe was tattered, and his face was crisscrossed with bloody gashes from the wolves' sharp claws.
"Jiāng Fēng! Shàngguān Jīnhóng! Just you wait, I, Feng Wushang, will return sooner or later," he roared at the top of his lungs, tears streaming uncontrollably down his cheeks.
Chapter 387