The crowd made their way to the sword forest behind the mountain.
The so-called "sword forest" was simply a patch of woodland.
Unlike ordinary woods with their lush verdure or sparse decline, each ancient tree here bore hanging swords, shimmering with cold light, much like rows of soldiers in armor, presenting a spectacular view.
Throughout the entire woodland, intangible sword Qi crisscrossed and interwove, seemingly substantial, making one feel the sharp aura upon every breath.
Mo Bailing led everyone to a bamboo house.
Within the bamboo fence and thatched abode sat a young man with an ashen face pale as paper in a wheelchair, engrossed in an ancient tome, his expression concentrated as if all the world around him had gone silent.
"Fang,"
Mo Bailing called out softly.
Ran Qingchen recalled the rumors about the second young master of the Famous Sword Villa upon witnessing this scene.
