The night was heavy, the wind passed without a sound.
Lin Xinghe stood before the ruins of the Shadow Pavilion, her fingertips lightly grasping her Sword Gang, like a wisp of firefly, glowing faintly in the night.
She did not hesitate. The moment she pushed open the door, the wood, sealed in dust for years, emitted a low, creaking groan, as if startling this long-slumbering dead zone.
Chapter 215