Chapter 390: The Ancient and Modern Recorder (1)
The cold wind howled as heavy snow blanketed the ground. An elderly man in tattered clothes lay in the snow, his body covered by the falling flakes.
Su Chen felt completely drained of strength. He was starving, having gone so long without food that he could no longer remember the last time he had eaten. Along the way, he had survived on dirt and tree bark until even the bark ran out. His fingers and toes had gone numb. The bone-chilling cold had robbed his body of all sensation.
Icy winds cut into him like sharp blades. In the dead silence, only his intermittent gasps and faint heartbeat told him he was still alive.
Alive, yes. But how much longer could he last? He would either freeze to death completely or simply die at any moment. Either way, death was inevitable. Only the manner of it differed.
Su Chen figured he would most likely freeze to death. At this point, he could not even move, let alone cultivate.
"Grandpa Wei, there's still someone alive here."
Su Chen sensed people approaching.
The voice belonged to a young girl, clear and bright, full of innocence and liveliness, completely unaffected by the blizzard.
Unfortunately, he could not even open his eyes.