Silence filled the corridor. When both parties were struck dumb by surprise, it was often the weaker one who spoke first. Perhaps because of this, they remained at a bit of a stalemate for a moment, until finally the person opposite softly said,
"What a coincidence, to actually meet Immortal Yu here."
Yu Ci nodded, his gaze sweeping over the hood that concealed the female cultivator's head and face before he spoke. "You're here too, Incense Slave. Is your sect also here to seek opportunities?"
Incense Slave let out a hum.
Doubts arose in Yu Ci's heart. He remembered that at the time, the Dongyang Orthodox Sect, the Rakshasa Sect, the Pan Huang Three Swords, and he himself had all tailed closely behind the Heavy Artifact Sect. In the end, the leader of the Heavy Artifact Sect went on a slaughtering spree; the Dongyang Orthodox Sect could be said to have been wiped out entirely, and he too had suffered collateral damage. As for the Rakshasa Sect and the Pan Huang Three Swords, they had evaded early on—yet no matter how early they fled, they shouldn't have ended up running in the exact opposite direction all the way over here.
"Has the master of this place offered any bestowals?"
"There are thousands of sword ghosts." Incense Slave sneered.
Since they had all stood on the same battle line once upon a time, exchanging experiences was still harmless. They quickly understood each other's situations. Incense Slave did not explain how she had come to the subterranean cavern, but she mentioned that after arriving here, the luck of their party of six was far worse than Yu Ci's. Instead, they were much like Di Tianluo and the others, forced to desperate straits by endless sword ghosts.
Yet strangely enough, in that place