The narrow hospital corridor, lit by incandescent lights, was eerily quiet, giving one a spine-chilling feeling, with only the sound of one's own footsteps echoing with each step.
"Ba-da!" "Ba-da!"
Suddenly, a set of footsteps echoed down the hallway outside the ward, piercing the silence of the corridor.
A man dressed in black, holding a treasured sword, slowly appeared in the corridor. Under the lights, his features could be clearly seen: sword-like brows reaching skywards, eyes cold as frost, exuding a formidable Sword Intent all over his body. Unlike Sima Lingyun's Sword Intent, his was filled with a deathly aura, as if it was born solely for death.
