She leaned against the stone wall, and her back hurt a little from the rough gravel top.
A cold wind roared in between the cliffs, making her shudder.
The wild run just now made her sweat, but now she stopped, and when the wind blew, she felt a chill in her heart.
After adjusting her breath and resting for a while, she decided to find her way down the mountain.
It was never her style to sit still.
Going around in circles, there was a stone forest, but in front of it was the end of this cliff.
It seemed this way was a dead end.
Zhao Ling turned around, and in front of him was a long sword with a cold light, pointing at her heart.
The owner of the long sword, dressed in black with a black veil covering his face, was an assassin of the Shadowless Gate.
It was just that the killer's figure was as petite as hers, and under the slim black garment, she was slender and feminine.
The assassin was definitely a woman.
