Inside Jishi Hall.
Zhao Qingmei sat in a chair, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed.
"You are saying that by the time you and the Ghost-faced Buddha arrived, the Cao Gang headquarters had already been blood-washed?"
Tan Yun's face was pale, clutching her chest, she said, "That's right, these people were all killed with a single sword strike, the wounds on their bodies were extremely precise. The swordsmanship of that unparalleled swordsman is far superior to mine."
"As I continued to venture deeper into the Cao Gang headquarters, I found that swordsman dueling with Tieyun Mountain. Tieyun Mountain was killed by an exceedingly bizarre sword technique, his body and head separated."
"That swordsman noticed my presence and swung a sword at me. I was no match for him and sustained minor injuries."
Zhao Qingmei's eyebrows furrowed slightly. She knew Tan Yun's swordsmanship well; if she said it was superior, it must be the truth.
