A biting cold wind carrying snowflakes poured into the cave, where the flickering firelight reflected on Lin Xinghe's tense face.
The long sword in her hand was named Xingyun, and its blade emitted a faint, chilly light as if echoing the wind and snow outside.
The sound of footsteps was chaotic and hurried, drawing closer like the drumming of a death knell beating against her heart.
Chapter 64