"So, it has already been... this long?"
Amidst the lush and dense Boundless Forest Sea, a clad-in-blue Lin Cong led Qi Xiu through this underground world. The murmuring water beneath their feet, the soft grass, it was impossible to see that this was the same place as the bizarre wasteland above.
"Did you come to this desperate place to search for that sword that escaped from the Valley of Deceased Gods?"
Arriving at a stone platform, Lin Cong raised his hand slightly, gesturing for Qi Xiu to sit.
"Yes, that sword holds great importance. If it were found by the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, it would pose an immense threat to our Human Race.
This time, we dispatched so many Dao Experts to ensure the sword could be brought back.
But the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains have also made ample preparations."
Gazing at Lin Cong before him, whose eyes were clear and demeanor lucid, Qi Xiu nodded slowly.
