Song Jian entered a narrow passage, with both sides lined with stone walls covered with scratches and fissures, creating a sense of antiquity.
It wasn't long before Song Jian saw a pile of scattered bones on the stone floor ahead, as if a skeleton had been shattered into pieces.
Song Jian moved closer to examine the remains; the bones seemed to have shattered from within, but the skull had been cleanly cut in half, likely by a sharp Sword Qi that left a smooth, mirrored surface.
As he touched the smooth cut, Song Jian's fingers felt a tingling sensation, as if an electric current was present at the cut.
"This Sword Qi should have been released by Jian Qi; only he could have such a chilling Sword Qi!" Song Jian thought to himself as he rubbed his fingers, stood up, and looked ahead with a smile on his face.
