"Makes sense."
The two continued forward, with Gu Sheng's gaze constantly fixed on the Divine Sword in the distance.
The closer he got, the more he could feel the immense power contained within the sword.
"Almost there..."
Gu Sheng mumbled to himself.
Ling Xiao glanced at him and suddenly spoke.
"You seem to be quite obsessed with that sword?"
Gu Sheng didn't deny it.
"It should rightfully belong to me.
The howling wind blew, and the mist in the depths of Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge writhed.
The two hung far behind the group of cultivators from the Luotian Sect.
"Can we really handle Long Yi?"
Gu Sheng asked in a low voice, somewhat worried.
The spiritual power within him was not flowing smoothly, and the sinister aura of Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge made him feel cold all over.
Ling Xiao's lips curled into a confident arc.
"Don't worry, even in the Tribulation Crossing Realm, strength isn't the only factor that decides life and death here."
"Besides, I'm already prepared."
