"Xu Xiaoshou hasn't contacted you for several days, has he?"
Near the coast of the Southern Underworld, two graceful figures, one in black and one in white, walked through the water. Li Fuyu suddenly spoke, with a touch of worry in her brows.
It's unclear where the worry emerged from, stirring unease and chaos in one's heart.
Maybe because her own saber had behaved strangely earlier, almost being summoned to the Central Region?
It's uncertain.
Li Fuyu lowered her head, her waist carrying a pure white, flawless three-foot-long sword, one of the twelve swords of the sword tower, Hu.
She gazed far into the distant northern night, clutching Hu slightly tighter, barely finding some peace of mind.
"Yes."
Yu Zhiwen nodded lightly.
She slightly lifted the hem of her black gauze skirt, feeling the coolness of the seawater with her toes, letting the dense and fine sand slide from the soles of her feet.
