The morning wind was bitterly cold.
Though it was not as piercingly frigid as the night wind, it still forced pedestrians on the street to bundle up in their clothes.
Some people were frail and coughed nonstop.
Some had pale faces.
When the body lacked fresh blood and its qi and blood weakened, illness would follow.
Then came death.
Every day, people in this small town died of illness.
Some even collapsed in the street as they walked, never to get up again.
Yet new Blood Medicine kept arriving every day.
That was because many places outside were perhaps even worse than this one.
Luo Qingchen walked slowly along the way, taking in the people and scenery of the town.
At that moment, his heart was strangely at peace.
Perhaps I've truly become a demon...
He thought to himself.
A cold wind blew.
His clothes were thin, yet he felt no chill.
At that moment, he could clearly feel the qi and blood in his body running hot, flowing endlessly like a warm current and heating his entire body.
Ordinary cold could no longer get to him.
He stopped outside the entrance to the Hundred Fragrance Pavilion and looked inside.
Tian Feng stood there in a black robe.
His usually calm face was now dark as water, and his eyes fixed on Luo Qingchen gleamed like blades.
He had already drawn his knife.
His icy killing intent was like the morning wind, cold enough to seep into the bones.
Luo Qingchen walked over.
Sister Sun hurried down the steps and scolded him, "Guard Luo! Where have you been? Deacon Tian has been waiting here for half an hour. If you had something to do, couldn't you have told me beforehand?"
Deacon Tian?
Luo Qingchen looked at the person in the