Lin Xinghe held the unconscious Lu Feng in her arms, her figure flashing like a ghost across the sky above the Lin Residence in the dead of night.
The Sword Qi had not yet subsided, and the power of the Seventh Sword Soul, still lingering within her body, continued to flow slowly. With every step she took, a tiny fissure was torn into the air, spreading like a spiderweb.
Black mist had already quietly enveloped the entire Lin Residence, bone-chillingly cold, as though countless wandering ghosts were moving and whispering within it.
Chapter 187