C584 Sword Intent

The cold wind howled as a rider sped away, leaving a trail of dust behind.

The mountain peak, sheared flat by a single sword strike, stood out stark and awe-inspiring, as if sculpted by the divine hand of nature itself.

Beneath the chill, Xiu Xijian, overwhelmed by fear, broke into a cold sweat. He was utterly speechless at the sight of the young man in the center of the lake