Cheng Guang looked at the scenery surrounding Huashan Sword Sect and frowned slightly.
He was quite puzzled by the current state of Huashan Sword Sect.
The surviving members of Huashan Sword Sect behaved nothing like normal people.
Their eyes were filled with deadness; there was not a trace of light.
"Is this because they witnessed the crushing defeat of Huashan Sword Sect and their dao hearts shattered, unable to come to terms with it, that they've become like this?"
"Or is it because…"
As Cheng Guang muttered to himself, his gaze fell upon the blood mist shrouding the surroundings of Huashan Sword Sect.
It was unclear if the blood mist was the result of the countless disciples' shed blood or left behind by the person who had razed Huashan Sword Sect.
Cheng Guang had not seen this blood mist when he first approached Huashan Sword Sect from a distance.
Too far away, under the sunlight, the blood mist was hardly noticeable.
Only when you got close.
