Within the Hundred Valleys Sword Ruins.
Lu Feng was racing north, discreetly sensing for traces of Ji Lanxin's group along the way.
As he passed through an old forest strewn with shattered rocks, he suddenly came upon the aftermath of a battle between two factions. Dead Soul Masters lay sprawled everywhere.
Lu Feng stopped and found a corpse with relatively few external wounds, then changed out of his bright red wedding robes. Such attire was far too conspicuous and would inevitably draw attention.
After changing into the dead Soul Master's black leather everyday clothes, Lu Feng also removed his disguise and returned to his original appearance.
What he had to do next was no longer suitable for Lin Liyun's identity or strength.
Meanwhile.
At the Sword Stele Forest.
After Lu Feng and the other two had left, Nie Yuanbai, Han Fengao, Sun Liuliu, and many other Soul Masters gradually woke up.
Seeing the rare and precious swords that had inexplicably appeared beside them, all of them revealed looks of shock and suspicion as discussion erupted.
"What happened? Was it a human or a ghost that ambushed us just now?"
"Isn't space restricted here? How could that person wield such terrifying strength?"
"Could it be that the Sword Fool senior manifested himself? How else could we explain these treasured swords suddenly bestowed upon us?"
Although Nie Yuanbai, Sun Liuliu, and the other more meticulous people did not speculate as wildly as most of the Soul Masters, they were equally at a loss.
"What's that?"
Han Fengao was not far from Jin Zhaomu. Seeing everyone else studying the swords beside them while Jin Zhaomu alone stared in surprise at an old sheet of paper he had pulled from his robes, he could not help growing suspicious. "Hand it over and