In the circular hall.
After Qin Wuya's figure vanished.
A cold and detached figure slowly walked toward the stone platform in the center.
It was Gu Qingxuan!
She still had that placid expression, like an old well without a single ripple. It was as if even Qin Wuya's earth-shattering performance had failed to stir the slightest wave in her frozen Sword Heart!
She walked to the center of the circular platform and stopped, then slowly closed her eyes.
Her entire being seemed to transform into an Ancient Sword sheathed in its scabbard, its sharpness concealed, completely isolating her from the surrounding Space.
"What is she doing?"
"Why isn't she moving? Don't tell me she can't figure out a way to pass either?"
Just as the crowd was wondering, something unexpected happened!
CLANG—
A clear, resounding sword cry erupted from within Gu Qingxuan's body without any warning!
