Fa Xi Temple, a faint green light weak.
The seemingly calm temple buildings were, in fact, teeming with undercurrents, and killing intent lurked everywhere.
Atop the pagoda to the southwest of the Vilu Hall, the night wind was slightly cold, and two people stood suspended in the air.
"There really are people!"
Li Yue looked at the distant sword light that emerged and spoke faintly.
"The sword light's momentum is like an abyss, the blade's light carries cold, it must be the work of a great swordsman, possibly the notorious Ghost Swordsman recently making waves in Jiangnan Dao."
The old woman slowly said.
The Ghost Swordsman was what the people of Jianghu called that unrivaled swordsman.
Moving without a shadow, killing without form, his whereabouts and words unknown, he was like a ghost.
"And the person battling him has even greater Inner Strength, truly frightening."
