If there is no light, then unsheathe the sword.
Empty and desolate, silent and cold.
Lu Qingshan knew that not long ago, something else must have existed here, but everything had been erased.
"Did it really leave nothing behind?" Lu Qingshan slowly paced through the deep underground, walking from one end to the other, and back again, three or four times, and still found nothing.
Deep down in his heart, Lu Qingshan knew that person was surely no longer there, but could they really have left nothing behind?
A name that could intimidate a race for twenty thousand years, even when severely wounded, even when dying, even when facing the number one of the Demon Race, should not just leave like that.
"Ancestral Patriarch Xia?" Thus, Lu Qingshan softly probed the air.
A gentle breeze brushed his face.
Very gentle, yet it made Lu Qingshan's hair stand on end.
In a closed underground cave, where did the wind come from?
