As for Ao Yue, a black-robed man was slowly approaching. He was tall and imposing, with a cold, stern face. In his hand, he held a black longsword that radiated a chilling gleam.
"This aura... A Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator!" Ao Yue was startled inwardly. He hurriedly circulated the Sword Spirit Art, concealing his aura.
The black-robed man walked to the vicinity of the boulder and stopped. He seemed to have sensed something, and his sharp gaze swept across the surroundings.
"Who's there?" the black-robed man asked coldly.
Ao Yue didn't dare make a sound. He pressed himself tightly against the boulder, not daring to move an inch.
The black-robed man failed to spot Ao Yue. He frowned and continued forward.
Ao Yue breathed a sigh of relief and was just about to leave when he suddenly heard the black-robed man muttering to himself, "Strange. I clearly sensed someone here..."
Ao Yue's heart tightened. He realized that he had been discovered. He hurriedly jumped out from behind the boulder, holding the Azure Spirit Sword he had obtained from Yinwu Valley and adopting a defensive stance.
"Who are you?" The black-robed man stared coldly at Ao Yue, a trace of killing intent in his voice.
"This one is Ao Yue, merely a wandering cultivator. I entered this place by mistake. I hope Senior can forgive me." Ao Yue clasped his hands as he spoke, doing his best to appear respectful.
"A wandering cultivator?" The black-robed man sneered. "A wandering cultivator dares trespass into the Sword Tomb? I say you must be tired of living!"
"Senior, I truly only entered this place by mistake. I have no ill intentions," Ao Yue hurriedly explained. "Please show mercy and spare this junior's life."
"Spare your life?" A hint of mockery flashed through the black-robed