“When you reach the sea, someone will pick you up. But remember this, for three years, you are not allowed to return to the mountain even a single step. Remember my words to you, don't go out there or you'll be unable to survive. Go! Scram!” The old man shoved a stack of money into Chen Mu’s hands and waved him away.,She looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, delicately sculpted like a porcelain doll. Like Ji Wan Yun, she had long, glossy black hair, appearing ethereal and otherworldly.,He was dressed in such a bizarre manner. It was sweltering summer, yet he wore a thick fur coat, completely obscuring himself. Even his feet were encased in thick woolen boots...。