Below the cliff.
Chen Tong and Deng Xiu were running for their lives.
Chen Tong held up his trousers, mourning his rope with a heavy heart. That rope could serve as both a belt and a grappling line!
"What a shame. What a shame."
He found a vine, wrapped it around his waist, and kept walking. After only a few steps, he unexpectedly came upon a large lake.
As the saying went, a leap off a cliff always led to a fortuitous encounter. They really had stumbled into one.
"Is that a softshell turtle?"
Deng Xiu pinched his nose. A thoroughly dead softshell turtle lay by the lake, already beginning to rot, with a sword still stuck in its body.
He stepped forward, pulled the sword out of the turtle, and washed it in the lake.
They had fled too hastily to grab their weapons earlier. Having a sword now would at least give him something to defend himself with.
Chen Tong, however, exclaimed, "A lake, a turtle, a sword... could this be the Heavenly Mandate Sword?"
"The what?" Deng Xiu asked in bewilderment.
Chen Tong frowned. "I heard the old folks in the mountains say that Baiyue used to have a king."
Deng Xiu looked skeptical. "What do you mean, a king? Doesn't Baiyue have kings now?"
Chen Tong shook his head. "Not kings like those. A true king."
"The Hung King?"
Three Mountains Pass was a mighty stronghold in the south. At Chen Tong's words, Deng Xiu vaguely recalled a few things himself.
Baiyue had once had a true king of all Baiyue.
During a southern tour, Emperor Ming, a third-generation descendant of the Flame Emperor Shennong, married Wuxian's daughter. She bore Lu Xu, whom he appointed King Jingyang, ruler of the Red Demon Kingdom.
Lu Xu could