C1248 At the Lakeside of West Lake the Old Man Spat out a Mouthful of Blood

At this point, the middle-aged man slowly stood up from the sickbed. He raised his right hand slightly and looked at the mountain wall beside the ice valley. He shouted in a deep voice:

"Sword, come!"

Rumble!

It was as if something within the mountain walls of the ice valley had been guided. A red light bloomed within the walls of the icy valley. In an instant