In the long dark night, a gust of desolate north wind arose, rustling the crooked branches and leaves in the forest.
Su Jing stood motionless, fingers gently rubbing the numb wound on his neck, eyelashes lowered, hiding the emotions in his eyes without a trace.
Sword Master Yu bent down and wiped a spot of blood on the ground with his finger, sniffing it lightly with a cold face.
He seemed to perceive something, and his gaze became increasingly cold and terrifying.
Suddenly, he looked up at the woman in white, as cool as an autumn cold spring in the night. Su Jing sensed something and also looked up, the cold wind blowing open his brows, his gaze untouched by color, very chilling.
Seeing her unusually calm demeanor, Sword Master Yu's gaze became grim: "Did you know what he was all along?!"
Su Jing's eyes narrowed into a sharp cold arc.
At this time, Yun Rong descended on Heavenly Mountain wielding his sword, interrupting the fraught confrontation between the two.
