Thunder Martial

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The cold wind was like a knife, using the earth as a chopping board and viewing all living things as fish meat. Snow flew for thousands of miles, using heaven and earth as a furnace to refine heaven and earth into silver.

The snow was about to stop, but the wind was still blowing.

In the deep and serene valley, two youths were treading on the white snow.

They were not old, about sixteen or seventeen years old, and their bodies were covered in snow.

The valley was bumpy, and the ground was covered with thick snow. It was very inconvenient to walk.

However, the two youths walked as if they were flying. Their bodies were agile, like fish in water.

"Zi Chen, are you sure you're not mistaken?

It's so cold, we can't come here for nothing

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