Cheng Ming shook his head slightly, glanced at where Xiao Hua had vanished, and said, "Didn't Senior Wuming already explain it? Those dark clouds of the lightning tribulation, as well as the Sword Tomb's disappearance, seemed to have nothing to do with him! Besides... this was not something a Nascent Soul master could accomplish. Seeing how Senior Wuming came and went in such haste, he was likely pursuing the truth behind this matter. Otherwise... Lu Ruochang would never have been allowed to keep his life!"
Dexun nodded slightly, yet he was still somewhat doubtful. "What Fellow Daoist Cheng says makes sense, but... if it was not Senior Wuming, who could possess such divine powers in this Sword Tomb? Since when did the Sword Tomb have strange beasts? How could there have been a dragon's roar?"
"Who knows whether it was truly a dragon's roar? In any case... perhaps it was some strange beast! Still, even if Senior Wuming might have been capable of it, I absolutely do not believe this was his doing!" Cheng Ming spoke with some disdain. "Didn't you see it just now? Senior Wuming's Nascent Soul techniques could not even be executed perfectly. The Sword Tomb spans over a thousand li, and its sword qi has accumulated for tens of millions of years. Not to mention a Nascent Soul master—even a Dividing Spirit senior would find it difficult! The Sword Tomb must have experienced some great phenomenon! A strange beast was undergoing another lightning tribulation! Senior Wuming merely happened to be forming his Nascent Soul at the same time! Such circumstances... were also our good fortune!"
Having said this, Cheng Ming smacked his lips, still looking shaken by the lingering fear. He lowered his voice again, afraid that the sword cultivators who had long since departed might