When those three painters from the Pavilion of Divination cried out in shock, many people on the great ship guessed at what sort of technique Xu Yourong was using. It was just that it was far too shocking, so none of them dared to believe it. Only now, after hearing the words of Mao Qiuyu and the other two did they finally confirm that it really was as they had imagined.
There was an eerie silence, with only the sound of the waters of the Luo River gently slapping against the hull of the ship.
They all looked at the distant stone bridge, covered in misty rain and foggy snow, that scene which seemed more appropriate in the land of fairies, and all thought in shock, is the Sword of Great Light really going to appear once more?
