Inside the Sword Cave, the sharp Sword Intent mingled with the biting, bone-chilling wind, as if a myriad of fine needles were piercing the skin.
Upon entering the Sword Cave, Ran Qingchen was shocked by the scene before her eyes.
She saw many sword corpses lying scattered in disarray on the ground.
All of those secret chamber stone doors she had seen before were wide open, as if they had been ransacked by robbers.
"Jiang Mo!"
Ran Qingchen was stunned for a moment, then quickly called out.
But no one answered.
Ran Qingchen called out several more times, but still no one responded. Her heart couldn't help but sink.
Could it be... Jiang Mo was dead?
The woman's complexion turned pale.
She pursed her lips, gripped her long sword tightly, and her sharp gaze swept over the ground like a net being cast, carefully searching. She silently prayed that the other party was alright and regretted not having stopped him earlier.
Suddenly, a flash of cold light shot towards her.
