The biting mountain wind howled by, sweeping up fallen leaves and making a rustling sound, like a group of poisonous snakes lurking in the darkness flicking their tongues.
Lin Xinghe gripped the sword in her hand tightly. The blade was icy cold, reflecting her equally cold expression.
The figures in black surrounding them stood like ghosts all around—silent and dangerous, as if they were ready to pounce and tear them to shreds at any moment.
Chapter 62