Zhu Zhao lay on the ground, his eyes filled with bitter unwillingness.
He was a personal disciple of the Sword Sect, hailed as the sect's greatest genius. All along his path, he had known nothing but praise and flattery.
If he had not been held back by his youth, if he had been given a few more years to grow, what would Yan Xu amount to? How could he have suffered today's humiliation?
The Poison Sect and Fishless Tower had taught him a lesson as well.
The friends who had been calling him brother these past two days had both chosen to stand by with folded arms when he fell into danger!
Such were the times, such was his fate. Heaven wanted him dead!
"Boy, don't resist. I'll get you out of here!" An aged voice suddenly rang out beside his ear.
Zhu Zhao's eyes abruptly lit up. Senior Moon Shadow?
When he sensed a mysterious force lock onto him, he did not struggle. The next moment, he vanished from the spot.
When Zhu Zhao opened his eyes again, he discovered that he had arrived at a secluded pile of rocks.
"Senior Moon Shadow, are you there?" Zhu Zhao called loudly.
His surroundings were utterly silent. Zhu Zhao sighed.
He had intended to take out some pills to heal his injuries, but when he saw his bare fingers, his heart instantly went half cold.
Could he still make it out alive?
At the mine entrance.
When Yan Xu saw that Zhu Zhao and the Moonshadow Sword had vanished, he immediately threw back his head and roared in fury.
If he had still harbored the slightest doubt when he saw the Moonshadow Sword, Zhu Zhao's disappearance into thin air now swept every last shred of it away!
Medicine Valley's wanted