The setting sun resembled blood, dyeing the ruins of the Chixiao Sect in a dark crimson. Ling Xiao and Huo Wu stepped onto the stone steps of the mountain gate, a faint crunching sound coming from beneath their feet—the sound of countless shattered weapons and bones.
"Something's wrong..." Huo Wu suddenly stopped, golden flames dancing in her palms. "These wounds... weren't caused by demonic energy."
Ling Xiao bent down to pick up half a broken sword, his golden pupils narrowing. "Sword wounds. And..." He pointed at the dense array of sword marks on the surrounding walls. "There are traces of sword techniques from at least three different schools."
Chapter 482