My Lord, the princess doesn't want you anymore.

(Sorry, I sent the wrong volume. Tomato backend cannot adjust the order or delete it. Please ignore this chapter automatically to avoid spoilers. I am very sorry)

It was an evening.

“Young master, the Snow Wolf River is ahead. If you are not a cultivator, you cannot go up the mountain.” A man respectfully told a young man the legend about the Snow Wolf River.

"Where the gods live?" The boy was only about ten years old, with a delicate and handsome appearance.

His small body was wrapped in an extremely charming red robe, making it difficult to tell whether he was androgynous. Both his facial features and his demeanor were rare in the world.

Although he was young, he spoke in an extremely mature and arrogant manner. His expression did not look like that of a child in his teens at all. "Why can't I live where the gods live?"

The boy's expression darkened, and a hint of helplessness flashed in his beautiful eyes: Perhaps only a place like this can provide me with a place to stay...

Behind the young man, there were more than twenty people, all of them were men except for a young woman.

The young man looked behind him, and wherever his eyes passed, they bowed and saluted, as solemnly as the nearby grassland tribes making a pilgrimage to Xuelangchuan.

The young man finally set his eyes on the woman, "What do you think, Aunt Meng?"

The woman knelt down, bowed, and nodded heavily.

She couldn't speak, at least the boy had never heard her say a word, but he seemed to have a tacit understanding with her and trusted her very much.

"It seems Aunt Meng is also very satisfied with this place." The young man raised his lips slightly, "Then this is the place, let's go up the mountain!"

"Yes, young master!"

There was no road on the mountain at all. After two days of climbing, the group finally reached below the snow line.

Although these people were all skilled in martial arts, they were all extremely exhausted due to lack of oxygen.

"Young master, there are snow wolves further up." Someone reminded in a low voice.

The young man snorted coldly and bit his chubby cheek playfully, "Very good!"

After much difficulty, they reached a huge protruding rock where the terrain became slightly flatter, so they took a rest here and ate some dry food.

The boy stood quietly on the edge of the rock.

The wind blew in, bringing with it the ice chips, and his hair flew onto his face. He waved his hand and tucked his hair behind his ears.

In the wind, his red robe fluttered slightly, and his clothes were reflected against the white snow. He was like a flower of the other shore that was struggling to bloom, emitting an evil, wild, hatred, and murderous intent.

He chewed the dry food in his mouth and looked down at the grassland below the mountain, with an attitude of "this world is so big that it belongs to the king".

Despite such harsh conditions and such barren "king's land", the young man was very satisfied.

He said nothing, but just ate his dry food desperately, and everyone else was silent.

"From today on, I will take my mother's surname Li and change my name to Mo." The boy suddenly said, "A stranger who no one knows!"

Everyone was slightly startled: "Yes, Young Master!"

The wind blew through the cracks in the rocks on the snow-capped mountains, roaring like a monster.

Gravel rolled down the mountain and fell into the abyss at feet, making rhythmic sounds on the cliff.

The noises became more and more frequent. The boy became alert and tightened his grip on the sword at his waist.

The Lingshuang Sword is simple and cold. It is the only relic left to him by his mother.

"Wolf? There are really snow wolves?!" someone shouted.

The young man Li Mo had unsheathed his sword and turned around to look at the group of snow wolves that were approaching him with a fierce look in their eyes.

The howling of the wolves drowned out the sound of the wind and echoed among the vast mountains.

Snowflakes flew and blood danced in the wind, as if the sky was filled with crimson snow.

The fight was over, leaving a mess, with wolf remains scattered all over the snow.

Two of the followers had their necks bitten by wolves and were buried forever under the ice and snow.

"After we settle down, we will move them out and bury them with honor." Li Mo said in a low voice, without any childishness in his voice.

……

(Spoilers end, normal reading will resume in the next chapter, muah... love you guys)