The main hall of Tulong Sect was in utter chaos, the floor strewn haphazardly with countless bamboo tubes for Mosquito Needles, as though a fierce battle had just been fought here.
And the "Tulong Zhan" blade lying right across the center of the hall was stained crimson with fresh blood, which dripped drop by drop from its tip onto the surrounding ground.
Yet what felt supremely eerie to the three people present was that the miraculous phenomenon they had hoped to see had not left the slightest trace.
Chapter 72