The snow in the Imperial Capital keeps falling heavier and heavier.
Chen Ji rushed out of Donglaishun, stepping on the snow that covered his ankles as he sprinted towards Shaojiu Alley.
When Jin Zhu lifted the thick cotton curtain and chased out, he only saw Chen Ji's figure holding the Whale Blade in the distance.
"Damn," Jin Zhu rushed back into Donglaishun and whispered to Heavenly Horse, "Stop eating, hurry up, hurry up, don't let this kid get stuck in Brother Zhong's hands."
Heavenly Horse put down the bowl with sesame sauce and gestured with sign language: "Brother Zhong wouldn't dare blatantly kill Chen Ji in the Imperial Capital; he's only competing in guts and toughness, not being stupid."
