Bab 379: The Night of the Comet

This was an endless stretch of silver-white land, with knife-like blizzards. The ice Mountain, which had been here for tens of thousands of years, was sharpened by the wind and snow. The moonlight was scattered and turned into a mist before it could fall on the ground.

A blind old man with messy hair was standing on the top of the ice Mountain. He was looking into the distance with his empty eye sockets, as if he was waiting for something.

He was wearing a dirty and tattered jacket that looked like it was leaking air everywhere. It was unknown how he had managed to survive in this world of Ice and snow.

In short, looking at his appearance and attire, if he wasn't a beggar, it would really be disappointing.

No one would have thought that the yanyue sect's Woodman King would be such a person.

Even he didn't expect it.

When the wood Man king was young, he only had one simple dream-he wanted to become the best Carpenter in the world.

But his father didn't agree.