'If someone messed with it, couldn't they at least leave a trace?'
'Let me see *some* evidence of what you've done!'
'This is terrifying!'
It was making her feel like she'd run into ghosts. It wasn't a demonic sect—it was a ghost sect!
She thought about the other disciples she'd seen on the paths.
They were performing the same basic chores as her, but every single one of them was utterly expressionless.
Their eyes were vacant, their movements stiff, as they tirelessly repeated the task at hand.
Thinking back, even that senior in the Foundation Establishment Stage seemed to be the same way.
'Why is that?'
Just as Su Ling'er's thoughts delved deeper, she looked up to see a gleam of sword light hovering in the distance.
The light faded, revealing the Foundation Establishment Cultivator.
He was positioned right over the courtyard she had just cleaned for the sixty-fourth time. He pointed a finger toward the mountain stream below.
SPLOOOOSH—!
