True Person Du'e and that mysterious cultivator might have been looking for Xiao Hua, or perhaps not. But the four who had risen like comets during the Dao Sword Great Battle were no longer in Xuntian City. Instead, they flew side by side above what had once been the Sword Tomb.
Yet among the four, apart from Li Zongbao, whose face remained as cold and indifferent as ever as he flew ahead with his hands clasped behind his back, the other three all wore different expressions.
There was no need to mention Fairy Hongxia. Her eyes were fixed ahead, her expression complicated, as though the road before her was both rugged and obscure, filling her with helplessness. Yet at the same time, there seemed to be a glimmer of light ahead, as though beneath that radiance lay a path reaching the heavens, allowing her to glimpse hope.
Then there was Xiao Mao, whose expression was actually somewhat dazed, as though his mind had wandered elsewhere. At times, fierceness flashed through his eyes; at others, sorrow rose within them. It was truly baffling.
As for Xiao Hua, his face was full of bitter smiles, his brows slightly furrowed, as though he was pondering something!
"Xiao Lang?" Fairy Hongxia flew beside Xiao Hua. When she occasionally turned back and saw his expression, she was slightly startled. Smiling, she said, "What are you thinking about? Why do you look so worried? Could it be that my affairs have troubled you?"
"Hehe..." Xiao Hua forced out a few laughs and pointed ahead. "The Sword Tomb was once a place of utmost peril, yet now it has become an open road. And the four of us, Daoist cultivators who earned illustrious battle merits during the Dao Sword Great Battle, are now actually passing through the