Between the quiet and windless cliffs, Ji Ning held a white fish in his hand and stepped on a gravel mountain road full of weeds.

"Is it true or false, in the Qingshan Sword Sect, there really is a sword intent comparable to Ye Jiu's predecessors?"

"That's pretty much it, I can't lie to you."

The body of the white fish sword lit up with a faint fluorescence, like pollen, and slowly flowed into a huge crack with the traces of the flow of air between heaven and earth.

The chasm originated in the mountain, and was so flat from the bottom to the top that it looked like it had been split by a sword or a terrible bolt of lightning.

Because the opening has been there for too long, between the cliffs on both sides, there are some vines and grass flowers, but there are ......

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