"White-Clad!" A cold, proud, ethereal figure descended upon New Lonely Peak. Wind Scar, having just returned from Su Huanzhen's place, called out his disciple's name.
There was no response from inside the bamboo cottage. An inexplicable sense of foreboding rose in Wind Scar's heart. He pushed open the door and entered, only to find no one inside.
"Hmm..." After a brief moment of thought, he left the bamboo cottage again and stood atop the peak, gazing into the distance.
Suddenly, pain pierced his heart, as though he had lost someone of utmost importance. His cold sword-like eyes sharpened as he looked into the distance, then he leaped from the summit without a second thought.
Following the intent of the wind and the feeling in his heart, he rushed onward. When he reached a vast forest, the unease within him grew even stronger.
It seemed an extremely fierce battle had taken place here. The surroundings had been devastated beyond recognition. At a glance, he spotted the white figure in the distance. When he reached him, there was already no breath left in him.
The broken Demon-Sacrificing Sword lay beside him. His body bore many wounds carved by weapons. Wind Scar lifted his beloved disciple's corpse, only to find it already cold to the touch.
"White-Clad..." His fist slowly clenched. A tear fell from the corner of his eye, and when he opened his eyes again, they were filled with icy killing intent.
"No matter who it is, your master will never let them go!" Holding his beloved disciple's corpse, he closed his eyes and sensed the sword intent in the wind. A blurry image of the battle from not long ago emerged in his mind.
The enemy's figure did not appear, but the overwhelming radiance was exceptionally clear. After a long