The moonlight was like water, and the wine stains on the stone table gradually blurred, yet they seemed to leave a deep imprint in Ling Xiao's eyes. He tapped his fingertip lightly against the table, and a soundproofing barrier quietly unfolded.
"Old Chen, how much more do you know about this mark?"
A trace of reminiscence flashed through Grandpa Chen's cloudy eyes, and his withered, bony fingers unconsciously rubbed the rim of his wine glass. "Thirty years ago, this old man was hunted by enemies and fled to the 'Black Mist Swamp' in the First Heavens. The Master of the Venomous Fiend Sect was performing some kind of ritual, and this very symbol was carved on the altar..."
Chapter 331