“My sword… My sword…” The voice was sporadic, constantly starting and stopping.
The little guy who did not fear the heavens or the earth was completely scared. When he saw his reflection in the Suan Ni precious mirror, he noticed that black-colored characters appeared on his forehead, and that the voice had something to do with this.
“Damn it!” The little guy was frightened. He already clearly knew that this was going to happen. The Heaven Mending Pavilion’s ancient deity’s existence was extremely old, and should the individual chosen by it fail, then that individual would be cursed by black characters and inevitably die.
“Ghost grandpa… You stupid idler!” The little guy was resentful.
The Divided Treasure Cliff was grand and majestic, and it towered into the clouds. A ring of black fog circled about the mountain, as if it was an imposing Archaic devil mountain. It carried an oppressing aura!
