The moonlight was like water.
The Qingping Sword rose into the air, along with its scabbard.
A purple and green mist suffused the air, completely tinting the sky.
The moment the voice from above the heavens fell silent, everyone present seemed to lose control of themselves, instantly standing up and gazing toward the sky!
Utter silence!
"For the Twenty-One Provinces to be connected by a backbone..."
Wenren Pingxin gazed blankly at the sky, where mountain ranges undulated. Her eyes were filled with tear stains, and she tenderly covered her crimson lips with a hand, uttering no word.
The Sword Sect Disciples felt an indescribable shock swell in their chests; it was as if they had never before felt such immense pride in being part of the Sword Sect!
Each of them raised their fists high as roars filled their ears!
"The parched earth is covered with bones, and spilled blood is the lament of the Sword Sect people!"
