The black mist dissipated, and the faint scent of blood mixed with a bizarre aura in the air drilled straight into their noses.
Ma Lin stood with his sword retracted. The blade hummed softly, as if still lingering in the afterglow of the fierce battle. That sound grated slightly on the ears in the quiet surroundings. The hand gripping the sword could still feel its slight tremor, and the icy touch of the hilt reminded him of the intensity of the fight.
Casual Practitioner Lingfeng stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his deep eyes seeming to pierce through the direction in which Yingmei had vanished, his gaze seemingly able to penetrate the air.
Chapter 85