At the town's entrance, the grand battle and standoff Yun Wangshu had anticipated did not occur. The two groups from before were nowhere to be seen, nor was Ning Xuan. Only a large, shocking puddle of fresh blood remained on the ground.
"What… what happened?"
Yun Wangshu's heart tightened. Forcing herself to calm down, she asked the onlookers who were still staring blankly at the pool of blood.
Some of them simply gazed at her, dumbstruck. Where did this celestial fairy come from? She's so beautiful!
"Such a swift sword! Such a fierce fist!" an old man muttered, the first to regain his senses.
Yun Wangshu let out a sigh of relief. He mentioned a sword. She remembered Wu Pianpian saying that after the fall of the Galaxy Sword Sect, almost no one in this area used swords. That must mean the one who acted was Ning Xuan! The blood on the ground isn't his!
