The night is deep, dark as ink. Jincheng Wu, transformed into the appearance of a young cultivator, quietly steers a brilliantly glowing flying sword and slips away silently from the Soul-Broken Grand Canyon.
Not long after the sword light vanishes into the horizon, an inconspicuous grass puppet quietly drills out of the ground. It slightly raises its "head"—those few unassuming leaves—to confirm that the Demon race sword shadow has completely disappeared into the edge of its vision, before once again silently melting into the cold earth, as if it had never appeared at all.
Inside the secret realm's medicinal garden, all is still.
Chapter 162