The lonely grave was desolate, and looking around, one could see a few scattered tombstones.
Wang Jing's mind-projection, transformed into a miniature figure, could ride the wind and fly freely across this realm of baleful Qi.
Suspended in midair before an inscription, it was not an epitaph, but rather inscribed with the words: "First of the Blade's Malices, Red Malice!"
Chapter 83