Perhaps slaying that demon had caused a stir, or perhaps the others had caught the scent of the living on Zhang Yuan and Xie Jingxin. More demons nearby were drawn to them and slowly wandered toward their position.
Zhang Yuan did not hesitate. He burned the demon's corpse to ashes, then jumped into the newly dug "house."
The Main Tomb Chamber was dim.
Zhang Yuan waved his sleeve and lit the lamps inside, and Xie Jingxin jumped in right behind him.
"My injuries are severe, and I'll need quite some time to recuperate. I'll take this room, and you can take that one, Sword Saint."
Having assigned their quarters, Zhang Yuan raised his brows when he noticed that Xie Jingxin was not looking at her room. Instead, her gaze rested on him.
More precisely, she was looking at the Nether-Illuminating Sword he had yet to put away.
Xie Jingxin gazed pensively at the four-foot-seven-inch Nether-Illuminating Sword, which closely resembled her own Life-Bound Sword, [Gazing into the Netherworld]. Rather than saying outright that she wanted it, she considered for a moment before speaking:
"Hmm... your sword looks a lot like mine."
Her inability to bring her strength to bear was not merely due to her grievous injuries. More importantly, her sword had shattered and was gone, and a Blood Furnace Lantern-Lighting Path Cultivator had to use a weapon to unleash their full fighting power.
[Illuminating Netherworld] had shattered into three pieces and been left behind in Roselight Capital. She had no way to retrieve it, so she could only find some other sword to make do with for now.
Xie Jingxin's meaning was obvious, and Zhang Yuan understood what she was getting at. Under her pensive gaze, he silently put the Nether-Illuminating Sword away in his Purple Mansion, with no intention