"I didn't expect us to be sent on a mission so soon." Jiang Feng smiled. Although he had been in the Upper Realm for a year, he still didn't know much about it. "I'd better make preparations and try to minimize any mistakes."
"The Sword Burial Pavilion? It shouldn't be an ordinary place." Thinking of the three days of comprehension rewarded by his father, Jiang Feng used his Divine Sense to identify the direction and dashed toward the rearmost area of the Jiang clan. For reasons unknown, ever since his mother fell into the Guiying Sect, he had harbored a slight resentment toward the Jiang clan. If they had been willing to aid the Blood Qilin clan, perhaps his mother wouldn't have been captured by the enemy.
After speeding along for about a quarter of an hour, Jiang Feng arrived in front of a majestic hall. Above the entrance were inscribed three large characters: Sword Burial Pavilion.
Chapter 666