C2621 Falsely True

A biting cold wind blew from the north. It was already the beginning of spring, but the northern wind still felt as painful as if a knife was slicing across his face. Even a peak Bone Refining martial artist would feel as if they were frozen from the inside out if they stood outside for a quarter of an hour.

Zuo Feng raised his head and looked around, then pulled up his thick scarf