The Seven Forms of Divine Blade were clearly written on the wall, in unsophisticated yet vigorous characters.
Chu Li scanned through them and quickly engraved them in his mind.
One slash of the long blade and the rock dust dislodged. It was not long before the place was smooth and flat. The Seven Forms of Divine Blade had now completely disappeared from the world.
Chu Li hovered out of the cave. The other end that he exited through was a little hole in the bushes. It was even camouflaged with green vines that made it impossible to discover.
He quickly appeared in front of Li Hanyan.
Li Hanyan had already fallen asleep with her arms wrapped around her shoulders. After being tormented by hours of sorrow, fear, and anguish, she had finally nodded off out of exhaustion.
Her delicate face was pale as sweat drenched her forehead. Her refined brows were tied in a knot as she mumbled, "Grandfather... Grandfather…"