The night was as dark as ink, and the cold wind whipped the fallen leaves outside the camp.
Lin Xinghe stood before the table, the Jade Slip in her hand glowing faintly, reflecting the cold light in her eyes.
The Sword Tomb Jade Pendant trembled gently at her waist, its three Sword Soul Marks faintly visible in the dim night, like some ancient call piercing through time and space from the depths of Tianwai Peak.
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