At this moment, in the ruins, Qin Xiao was leading several disciples of Lonely City, sitting beside a pond.
All of these people, including Qin Xiao, were in tattered clothes, disheveled and dirty, looking like beggars.
It would be difficult for even those who knew them well to recognize that these people were the cream of the crop among the younger generation of Lonely City.
In reality, their group used to consist of dozens of people!
Not only were there disciples from Lonely City, but also from Four Path Sword Sect.
Unfortunately, after consecutive losses of personnel, only a few of them remained.
None of them had vanished; they only died abruptly!
The shadow of death hung over their heads constantly.
If they knew about the situation with One Sword and Immortal, they would simply not believe it, or even go mad.
