“To think that Joyless Ye was accompanied by a Trueman, and one possessing such an immense amount of spiritual power as well. She cannot be ordinary.”0

Next to a lake deep within the Marsh of Eternal Rain, Xiang Weilong perceived the distant but undeniably vast presence and spiritual ripples with a frown on his face, saying, “You did not inform me about this, Sword Ghoul.”0

“I didn’t know myself. It is my mistake.” Sword Ghoul said indifferently, “But fortune and misfortune are two sides of the same coin. This might not necessarily be a bad thing.”0

“Are you kidding me right now?” Xiang Weilong laughed out loud from how incredulous he was. “How is this a good thing?”0

“You’ll see,” Sword Ghost replied calmly.0

Before his words could disappear into the drizzle, a pair of silhouettes suddenly appeared in the distance. They were slowly but surely walking toward them.0

The duo were a man and a woman. The man was an old man in his sixties with disheveled white...0