In the courtyard, a cold wind was blowing bleakly, and the surrounding scenery seemed to have darkened a few shades.
In the corner, a dead tree had long withered, and as the breeze blew, a few leaves fell.
The leaves made a crisp sound when they landed on the ground.
At this moment, in the cold wind, the murderous aura of Qin An burst forth at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The surrounding cold wind seemed to become even more piercing.
Wu Rang stood opposite Qin An, shivering involuntarily after sensing the murderous aura emanating from him.
He couldn't help but recall the scene on the official road when Qin An, with a single blade, had killed two women from the Ling Sword Sect. His back was chilled, as if cold air was spreading from his spine to every part of his body.
Wu Rang lowered his head and clasped his fists, saying, "Since the master is already aware, then I will take the Ling Yun sword and leave."
