Sunny, white clouds.

at the top of the mountain, the cloud covers the jingmingzong. Half a month has passed since the attack of the demon sect. The damage has been repaired. But for that night, everyone of the disciples of jingmingzong has a fresh memory. The fierce battle of dozens of sword masters shocked their hearts.

Feng Dongting, Guluo and others followed the blood shadow all the way to the ancient forest. After being cast off by the blood shadow, Feng Dongting insisted on looking for several days in the vast forest. But how big is the ancient forest? It's like looking for a needle in a haystack. Feng Dongting...