By the surging river.
A black carriage remained stationary, with Ye Yun sitting inside, quietly lost in thought as he gazed upon the river water.
He suddenly sensed something and looked in a certain direction.
Eight Sword Lotuses, how could that be enough? At minimum, there must be nine. If there could be ten, that would be even better...
Ye Yun gave a slight smile.
Among the two sword marks, one of them was his own.
As disciples of the Dragon God Sect, Luo Li and Jun Moxiao naturally had an inherent advantage in comprehending Ye Yun's Sword Dao.
And among the two sword marks, the other one was primarily based on Ye Yun's sword mark, as if one was the emperor and the other an imperial consort.
A hundred thousand years have passed. The world has changed tremendously, from the Ancient Era until now, some people are no longer present, but there still exist some traces in this world...
Ye Yun lightly sighed, his eyes filled with an air of desolation.
