The brass tower was so conspicuous that it not only attracted Lin Xuan and his two companions, but also many disciples from other forces.
The appearance of Lin Xuan undoubtedly caused a great stir, and many martial artists scattered like frightened birds, hiding. Others looked at him with faces full of reverence.
The news of Lin Xuan having killed four great masters had spread among all forces, and most martial artists deemed him an absolutely ruthless man, not to be provoked unless absolutely necessary.
Leng Yidao and the Ice and Snow Fairy once again showed their astonishment; they followed by Lin Xuan's side, watching the crowd dispersing on both sides, and couldn't help but sigh.
Ahead, the heavy brass doors intersected, revealing a crack.
On the stone gate above, various images and texts were carved, seemingly telling a story, but the traces had all become very dim.
"Time is truly heartless! It can grind away all that is powerful," Lin Xuan sighed and walked in.
