Upstream of the imperial tomb's waterfall, inside a secluded bamboo courtyard.
When the man with the sword and the pretty young girl arrived here, the courtyard was already abandoned.
All that was left was a locked gate, a courtyard stained with blood that hadn't been completely cleaned, and a house hastily tidied yet still in disarray.
The two stood in silence for a moment.
Having just sent out an urgent message with a flying sword, Zhao Qian'er calmly walked to the center of the courtyard where there was a bloodstain, and knelt forward.
Her expression was indifferent, but her trembling fingers dug into the grey dust and darkened blood, clenching into a fist, gathering a large handful of bloodied earth.
The newly sheathed sword 'Dormant Thunder' in the girl's right hand began to leak violet-black lightning, which 'flowed' onto the ground.
Covering three feet around her.