The vast earth, an ancient desolate city.
Amidst the endless grey sky and land, an extremely ancient border city sprawls across the heavy ground, stretching beyond the eye could see.
That night, countless fellow disciples of the Divine Sword Sect were all on edge, everyone worried that the young junior brother might not break the impending deadlock. It wasn't until the latter half of the night when everyone sat cross-legged to meditate, beginning to conserve energy and prepare for the full counterattack at dawn.
While everyone tried to recover to their peak, Ye Xiaofan roamed aimlessly within this ancient city, observing its ancient and dilapidated state.
Those senior brothers and sisters needed to meditate to recuperate to their peak condition in preparation for tomorrow's full counterattack by the Hundred Sects, yet Ye Xiaofan almost didn't need to.
