Three people descended step by step along the steep stone stairs, leaving the dazzling architecture of the Golden Summit far behind above them. The mountain wind grew stronger, causing their clothes to flutter. After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, they arrived near Bao Guo Temple.
There is wind in the sword, and a sword in the wind.
Yin Weiyin's fingertips slightly contracted, moving closer to Chen Yi, only to see him tilt his ear, seemingly reminiscing.
Who did he remember?
Behind them, Donggong Ruoshu stopped her steps on the stone stairs, sensing something, her expression slightly surprised.
She instinctively touched the Yanling Saber at her waist.
The wind passed, and the saber hummed in its sheath, emitting the Sword Intent of a Murder Sword.
