He lifted his head and glanced at the sky, which showed that it was now noon. He was in the state city of Han State, not far from Frost Soul Sect, Night Spirit Valley, or Wind Gate.
At the same time, all three sects also had corresponding strongholds here.
Soon, night fell, and the evenings in Han State were even colder, with every part of the world carrying a chill, and ice crystals forming on the ground.
However, the common folk living here, as well as martial practitioners, had long since adapted.
As for Gu Chen, he was easily immune to the effects of heat and cold.
Accompanied by the dusk, a figure emerged from a narrow path, with sword-like brows and starry eyes, hair black as a waterfall, and a cold look in his eyes—it was undoubtedly Gu Chen.
He stood there with a physique as strong as a dragon and vitality as vast as the ocean, his eyes cold, looking towards a certain place.