Ning Hai sighed, the sound echoing in the enclosed room with a touch of vicissitude and helplessness. He stood up, the hem of his robe brushing against the floor with a faint rustling sound. "You two, follow me," he said, his voice as low and still as an ancient well. "The purple-black crystal is in my secret chamber."
Ling Xiao nodded slightly, his gaze never leaving Ning Hai's every move. He noticed that as Ning Hai stood up, his right hand unconsciously brushed against the belt around his waist inlaid with seven black gemstones—which obviously was not ordinary jewelry. Ling Yin nervously pinched the tip of her tail, her furry ears twitching alertly as she caught every subtle sound in the room.
Ning Hai walked toward the wall deep in the room, which was hung with an ancient mural. The mural depicted a battlefield scene: countless cultivators and beastfolk slaughtering each other in blood and fire. In the center of the picture was a human powerhouse holding a long sword, and wherever the tip of the sword pointed, space seemed to be torn apart. Ling Xiao's Nether-Venting Demon Pupils flickered slightly, and he vaguely sensed a strange fluctuation of spiritual energy contained within the painting.
Chapter 785