Within the Yu Xiao Sect, traces of the great war's flames of battle were everywhere.
The two majestic stone lions at the entrance of the main hall had been sliced in half by sword energy, and the ceiling inside was pierced through, riddled with holes.
The remaining side halls were the same, either collapsed or scorched by fire, not a single place was intact.
Xiao Chen wandered aimlessly for a while, finding nothing of interest, so he headed straight for the back mountain.
There was a residence on the back mountain of the Yu Xiao Sect, not particularly luxurious, but the environment was pleasant and the scenery beautiful.
Xiao Chen had once recuperated here.
But clearly, this place too had been damaged and looted, with signs of having been burnt by a great fire.
Xiao Chen stepped into the dilapidated courtyard; in the very center was a long desiccated pool.
