Eleanor’s Peak of Life and Death Chapter 239

Asher Mo listened in a hollow and numb voice.

He stopped shouting. He just sat there, staring straight ahead.

"Originally everything was going smoothly, but at that time, the lower cultivation world was severely cracked, refugees were everywhere, and there were starving people in the wild."

The sky in front of him brightened again. It was early winter. Fine snow was falling from the leaden sky. A mountain road slowly appeared in front of Asher Mo. There was a layer of white frost on the road, covered with new snow, and crisscrossing tracks of carriages and horses.

"I didn't expect that one day, when he and I were on our way back from the foot of the mountain to collect spiritual stones, we would meet a child who was about to starve to death."