Chilly gazes swept across, as Ran Qingmo slowly turned to look behind her.
Unlike the ruined pavilions and terraces, the immense cherry tree located at the center of the lake remained intact, as if it had been untouched by the catastrophic aftermath of the battle between Tianyan and the madwoman. Even the platform below did not bear a single pit or hole.
Ran Qingmo stared at the withered Enchantress Divine Sakura Tree for a few moments before slowly walking around it.
As she moved, the chill emanating from the sword's blade spread, visibly freezing the surrounding lake water along with the corpses of the leeches inside.
Completing the circle, she finally stopped at the entrance of the tree hollow and stood quietly.
Half an hour later, the glow above the Black Sword's blade had reached its peak.
Ran Qingmo lifted her jade hand gently, then suddenly swung it with force.
The sword tip, like a paintbrush,
