Zhang Chong and others, standing not far away, waited quietly.
Even the wound on his body had already been covered with medicine and bandaged.
At this time, Zhong Wen stood in the middle of the field, closed his eyes slightly, and immersed himself in the new sword technique.
There is neither joy nor sorrow, nor ruthlessness nor emotion.
As time went on, the snowflakes falling from the sky became bigger and bigger, and the ground began to be covered with snow.
At this time, many snowflakes had already accumulated in the area where Zhong Wen was located.
If Zhang Chong and his friends are bad to him, Zhong Wen will die by the sword