Mountain River perished by the Beili Riverbank, only to transform into a Sword Ghost trapped in eternal torment for thousands of years. In the Heavenly Sword Sect, such lost, wandering spirits number in the millions.
Li Mo surveyed the tavern.
As expected, the tavern was originally the Sword Platform used to seal Mountain River. Twisted by the taboos of the Night Patrol Deities, it had eventually morphed into a building.
Ye Zhuo Daoist swallowed nervously and asked, "The Sword Ghost inside… it won't escape the Copper Mirror, will it?"
Cold sweat trickled down his back as his gaze darted to the furniture around him, fearing the Sword Ghost might be lurking in some hidden corner.
"For now, it shouldn't be a problem. The Sword Ghost's condition remains stable. Still, we must be prepared for an attack at any moment."
Although Ye Zhuo Daoist didn't know how Li Mo had discerned the state of the Sword Ghost, Li Mo's assurance that Rust Grease was effective put his mind at ease.
