A young child, no matter how precocious or steady, Yu Rong should not imagine how he would endure those three months in that ghostly place where even the disciples couldn't bear.
After coming out, how could he still resemble a person.
As one of the Tianxi Thirteen Swords, even if Yu Rong is formidable, she cannot openly defy the Sect Master's orders.
She just never expected that she ultimately underestimated the child's strong will.
In such a desperate situation, he was still able to find a sliver of opportunity to turn the tide.
On the night of the tenth day, he successfully emerged from the Dead Sword Tomb.
It was the Sect Master himself who descended into the tomb and carried him out.
That night, the winter snow was intense, beneath the Dead Sword Tomb, the thousands of scorpions rattled, dense and chaotic, furious and ferocious, not at all like their usual retractable stinging harmless guise.
