From a distance, he looked like an enlightened monk, but there were no ordination scars on his head.
Up close, however, one could see a massive Ghost Head Saber strapped to his back.
The blade was so stained with blood that not even the rain could wash it clean.
As he stepped into the solitary tower, watery blood, thinned by the rain, still dripped from the tip of his blade onto the floor.
This was none other than Tu Qianqiu, the Pavilion Master of Salvation Pavilion.
As these two arrived, one after the other, the remaining three soon joined them.
Su Baiyu and Gongshu Ji came one after the other, and the last to arrive was a woman.
Upon her arrival, everyone—from the aloof Shen Qingfeng to Tu Qianqiu, whose eyes held nothing but killing intent—could not help but fix their gazes on her.
The Pavilion Master of the Retaining Fragrance Pavilion, Tang Xi.
