Morning mist swirled like gauze among the purple bamboo groves as Baili Tianming stepped into the valley, his cloth boots soaked with dew. The sixteen-year-old youth raised a hand to brush aside the hanging vines, a green radiance flickering from his heavy Xuanwei sword in the faint morning light. The red cord wound around his wrist suddenly grew scalding hot—this was the Baili family bloodline's innate resonance with rare treasures.
The moss-mottled cliff face was close at hand, and the youth tapped the stone patterns three times with his scabbard. Dark gold array patterns emerged from the fissures in the stone, only to tremble violently the moment they fully materialized. Baili Tianming’s pupils constricted and his toes pushed off the ground as he darted backward, several icicles exploding with a deafening roar where he had been standing just moments before.
"Trespassers in the forbidden grounds of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion shall be executed."
Chapter 132