The onslaught of the demonic spiritual beasts was like a fierce storm. I swung my long sword, charging back and forth through the pack. With sharp claws and fangs, reeking of a foul stench, they continually assaulted me. I dared not slacken for even a second, putting my all into every single strike and movement. Zhou Wan fought side by side with me; the long whip in her hand danced like a spirit snake, beating back the demonic spiritual beasts one by one.
During a lull in the battle, I glanced down at the storage pouch in my hand. That jade slip lay quietly inside, as if concealing a tremendous secret. The demonic spiritual beasts had been so frantic to reclaim the jade slip that its importance was self-evident. What on earth was this jade slip? And how was it connected to Uncle-Master Zhao's conspiracy?
As I fended off the attacks of the demonic spiritual beasts, I racked my brain. The clues discovered earlier in the cave flashed through my mind one by one. The strange runes, the missing disciples, and Uncle-Master Zhao's abnormal behavior... These fragmented clues were like scattered pieces of a puzzle. I tried hard to piece them together, but could never find that crucial missing piece.
Chapter 67