The lingering echoes of the morning bell were still reverberating between the stone beams of the Secret Realm. Blood from Lin Xinghe's palm trickled down the grain of the wooden sword, splashing into tiny red droplets on the bluestone pavement.
She stared at the spot of black mist where Lin Feng had vanished, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the hilt of her sword. The half-token carved with the word "Netherworld" was still burning hot inside her sleeve like a piece of glowing charcoal.
"Sister Xinghe..." Li Xue's voice was trembling. Her fingertips lightly brushed against the bleeding back of Lin Xinghe's hand. "Lin Feng... he..."
Chapter 37