"You are so unlucky to have entered this mystic realm, you will never be able to leave again. You will forever be trapped here and suffer the slow passing of time, never growing old and never dying, until your flesh melts away and your blood runs dry. In the end you will be like us, turning into skeletons and remaining this way forever, living in this frosty landscape." One of the skeletons holding a heavy sword shook his head with a sigh.
Ye Qingtang looked at that skeleton, but her gaze was suddenly attracted by the sword in his hand.
"The Sword of Destruction?" Ye Qingtang was stunned by the sight of that sword.
"Wow Qin Zhuo, she actually recognized your Sword of Destruction…" Another skeleton with an iron chain hanging around its neck chuckled.
"You are Qin Zhuo? The Deity of the Sword of Destruction, Qin Zhuo?" Ye Qingtang stared in amazement at the skeleton.
