Ao Xieyun was desperately fleeing at present! His embroidered moon-white robe – which had made him look very graceful and elegant in the past – was already torn and tattered. Moreover, it was also covered in bloodstains…
His body was also riddled with scars. His hair was a bit messy. His lips were dry, and his eyes had sunken deep into the eye sockets.
Ao Xieyun had never been in such a difficult situation. After all, he was an heir to the clan that was recognized as the top clan in the Middle Three Heavens. He was the direct line of descents of the Ao Clan, and the top contender for the Clan Lord's position.
Moreover, he had never been hunted down like this. Nor had he fled from danger like this before!
He had been escaping for more than three months by now!