The whisper of the Netherworld King echoed deep within the Sword Tomb, sweeping like an invisible, chilling current across Lin Xinghe's heart.
She lowered her gaze to stare at the eye in her palm, which was glowing with an eerie purple light. Beneath its icy touch, an ancient and profound aura faintly emanated—this was no lingering obsession of an ordinary martial artist, but the genuine remnant of a Sword Saint's will!
Her brows furrowed slightly, a stir of unease rising within her.
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