The cave path stretched before them like the throat of some ancient beast, swallowing the dim light whole.
Noah walked ahead, his footsteps unhurried, his blade resting at his waist still faintly stained despite his time in the pond.
Yuan Ming followed close behind, the color having returned to his face after their time in the healing waters.
"What kind of sword is that?" Yuan Ming asked when he noticed that Noah's sword looked different from the one he had seen long before he met him at the cult.
"Just a normal sword I found on my way here." Noah replied casually without looking back.
'No wonder the sword felt so plain to me. But despite having that plain sword, he could fight and overwhelm my divine weapon with ease…' The more he thought about it, the deeper his admiration and curiosity toward Noah grew.
Yuan Ming did not say anything anymore and focused on the path ahead of him.
The path was narrow in places, forcing them to turn sideways and press through.
