But back then, Mu Tianlie was a master of the Sword Saint Realm, and it was unthinkable for the likes of Yue Zhenglin and his peers in the tomb to harbor such strong resentments and unwillingness, given their relatively meager strength.
Yet now, as if drawn by an invisible force, those strands of resentment lingered persistently.
If one looked up, they would see several stars appearing out of the clear blue sky, forming a hazy silhouette.
Correspondingly, the gray-green halo of resentment above the tomb also took on a similarly vague shape and then, all of a sudden, it flashed and entered the tomb.
In the sky, those stars had also vanished without a trace, and in just a moment, everything had returned to normal. However, the ghastly air of resentment around the tomb had become denser than before.
...
Soon, a group of young swordsmen dashed into the crevice in the cliff.
