บท 897: Traveling at Night

Standing in the corner, the teenager was trembling with fear. This world was too different from what he had imagined it would be like. He was told that life was not important, and that the sword was everything. However, death still mercilessly threatened him and completely ignored the apathy that he had carefully developed.

"I found him in the peach grove," Chu Nanping said. He had already calmed down.

The teenager was only thirteen or fourteen years old. Upon seeing that the Dragon King was looking at him, he began trembling even more violently.

Gu Shenwei noticed the boy had lost a thumb in his right palm, and recognized him as one of the new disciples of the Essence Pavilion who had competed with him two nights ago. At that time, there had been a total of eighteen people, half of whom had died after killing each other, while the rest were killed by Han Wuxian and her men. He didn't expect that there would be a survivor.