Water Moon Sword Palace.
A black cloud silently covered the moonlight.
Then a gale rose, howling and wailing.
At that moment, the entire Water Moon Sword Palace, having lost the moon's illumination, was plunged into pitch darkness.
Shrouded by Divine Sense, Jiang Ning perceived the disciples of Water Moon Sword Palace coming from every direction.
He easily avoided any possibility of running into them and quickly left.
Elsewhere.
Xiao Emei gripped the long sword in her hand and hurried toward Xiao Qiushui's sleeping palace, stray thoughts springing up wildly in her heart, leaving her utterly disordered.
At this moment, her mind kept replaying that letter from just now.
The letter Xiao Qiushui had left inside the sword sheath.
As she pondered.
She had already entered the palace hall where Xiao Qiushui lived and climbed the steps.
"Eldest Senior Sister!"
"Eldest Senior Sister!"
The several sword palace disciples who had arrived one step ahead of her immediately spoke when they saw the newcomer was Xiao Emei.
"What happened! Where is the Lord?" Xiao Emei swept her gaze over them and spoke.
"Eldest Senior Sister, go in and see for yourself!" one of the female disciples said.
Hearing this, Xiao Qiushui entered the great hall.
Her pupils instantly contracted, and her gaze was drawn by the firelight at the opposite diagonal corner.
The firelight leapt and flickered, and she could tell it was a burning corpse.
At this moment, two people stood before the burning corpse.
One man and one woman.
Both were elders of Water Moon Sword Palace.
Elders whose strength was second only to Xiao Qiushui's.
"Emei, you're here!" When the female elder with gentle features saw that Xiao Emei had arrived, a trace of reluctance flashed in her eyes.
"Greetings, Elder Huang. Greetings, Elder Qian!"
Xiao Qiushui cupped her