The night was heavy, the wind sharp like a blade, and the mountain gates of the Sword Alliance swayed in the raging flames.
Bloodstains marred the broken walls and ruins, and the air was thick with the heavy stench of blood.
Just as Lin Xinghe and her group stepped onto the steps, Wind Chime Grass staggered forward to meet them, her face stained with blood and thick with exhaustion.
Chapter 161