"It wasn't an illusion; it happened before..."
Picking up the blood-stained golden feather, Fang Xing furrowed his brow into a knot. He had confirmed that what he had just seen was not an illusion but a real battle that once occurred. The giant golden crow and others had indeed been forced by a group of swordsmen dressed in white robes and wielding white swords, wearing ghost face masks and calling themselves the "Longevity Sword," to retreat into an ancient temple that suddenly appeared in the valley. That scene was unexpectedly impressed upon the dense fog, and he accidentally saw it when he entered the valley to search for people. In reality, that scene had happened long ago and was unknown how long ago.
"Who exactly are those bastards calling themselves Longevity Sword?"
