Sensing the sword intent, Si Huaifei's expression became slightly more serious.
The guilt on Shi Jing's face became even stronger.
They walked to the innermost part of Flickering.
Then, he saw a black-robed youth sitting cross-legged on a stone bed.
His right sleeve was also half empty, and his arm was like a stone mirror, broken at the elbow.
His eyes were tightly shut, his face was covered in cold sweat, and his body was even trembling slightly.
In his body, the extremely ferocious and terrifying sword intent that could cut off everything was surging but it was trapped in his body and couldn't escape.
Streaks of faint golden sword light formed a tangible cage that surrounded the stone bed, helping the black-robed youth suppress the sword intent in his body.
Beside him stood a ruddy old man.
The old man looked at the black-robed youth with a kind expression and praised, ""Much better than last time."
