Shi Feiyang looked at the scene before him, and his tense nerves finally relaxed as he let out a long sigh of relief.
He slowly sheathed the Celestial Frost Blade, and the sound of the blade entering the scabbard was crisp yet deep.
His gaze was firm as he looked into the distance, his eyes revealing a trace of fatigue, yet filled with indomitable fighting spirit.
Then, relying on his sharp insight and rich experience in the Jianghu, Shi Feiyang, along with the heroes of the Heroic Sakura Association, tracked the clues left by the masked men all the way to Huqiu Sword Pool.
This location was extremely treacherous, surrounded by undulating mountains and jagged rocks, seemingly a barrier intentionally set by nature.
The sword pool was deep and unfathomable, its surface like a mirror, yet exuding a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.
The rocks by the pool were covered in moss, slippery and difficult to traverse, as if warning those who dared to step recklessly.
