There was also a man with a playful, cheeky expression, shaking his head and swaying, though it was unclear what he was saying. He held a folding fan, fanning himself lightly, with various strange items hanging from his waist. The final figure was a woman in tight-fitting combat gear, a long spear strapped to her back, gazing adoringly at the extraordinary young man at the front. It was as if the entire world had faded away, leaving only him in her eyes.
Behind them was half a mural. The latter part appeared to have been destroyed or covered up. The entire painting was a dim, blood-red hue, showing the five figures locked in a fierce struggle, though their opponents were nowhere to be seen. The mural emanated an aura of boundless malevolence and slaughter.
After studying it, Qin Xuan fell into thought. "Could this represent the history of this sect since its founding? And is the old man in the first mural their patriarch? These young men—the middle-aged one and the five youths—must be the talented disciples who appeared throughout the sect's existence."
Chapter 711