Origin Sword

The person on the platform said nothing.

The gauze stirred faintly, and a jade-like hand reached out from behind it, pointing from afar at the layers upon layers of seals.

That hand was fair and flawless, its fingers slender and even. The shadow of the gauze fell across her wrist; merely looking at it was enough to steal one's soul.

Luohou stared at that hand, his Adam's apple bobbing.

He truly wanted to seize it in one grasp, then do something very bad to it!

But he only dared think it.

After all, the one seated within was Qing Ruoli.

At that thought, more than half the fire in Luohou's heart was doused. Lowering his eyes, he answered, "Yes," then turned and walked toward that pile of stubborn rocks.

As he drew closer, a cone-shaped Magic Tool appeared behind him.

This item had been specially acquired for the sole purpose of breaking seals.

Spiritual Power poured into it, condensing its sharp edge before it shot forth through the air.

Boom.

Several layers of the seal on the wall shattered in response, sending stone chips flying.

Luohou recalled the Magic Tool, channeled his Spiritual Power again, and launched another strike.

Boom! Boom!

Layer after layer of restriction cracked and collapsed. The more he chiseled, the smoother it went, revealing an ever-brighter light within.

His eyes gradually brightened as well. His hands did not stop, and only one thought filled his mind:

If I handle this assignment beautifully, will the Hall Master look at me a few more times?

Just as he was thinking that, suddenly—

Someone crashed through the crowd at the mine entrance, threw himself to his knees beneath the high platform, and shouted:

"Hall Master! News has come from Lord Xuanye's side. He says—"

"Qin Wangchuan is heading here!"