A cultivator sat cross-legged in a glacier crevice, his entire body almost merging with the surrounding environment. He had been here for half a day, and although he deeply wished to leave this dangerous place, he could not depart yet.
The stone sword was what he had released, and it was also he who had concealed the Sword Tomb Grotto Heaven of the Sword Sect. Doing such a significant deed was just to exchange for a benefit.
To this day, he didn't know who he was trading with; the other party was very cautious, providing him with a set of stone swords, as well as the specific location of the Grotto Heaven in the Dushan Ice and Snow Sword Pavilion. He was merely a tool, an insignificant middleman, someone who could be discarded at any moment.
He understood this himself. To him, as long as he could achieve his goal, nothing else mattered.
