Three days had passed,
and the nights on Golden Knife Mountain were desolate, the once brilliant lights no longer to be seen.
It was obvious that many areas had become even more dilapidated, likely due to visitors who had coveted the mountain's remaining gold, silver, and jewels, and made quite a haul.
At the location of the Blood Pool, the blade embryo lay quietly on the bloody mud.
A number of corpses had collapsed powerlessly at the increasingly dry edge of the Blood Pool, the front halves of which had been eroded by the bloody water to the point where only white bones remained.
These were left behind by the greedy folk of Jianghu.
"This blade embryo has been nurtured well, it already has the function to protect its owner automatically,"
remarked Jiang Ding, astounded.
The drone rose into the sky and scattered in all directions, with scene after scene coming into view.
