Bab 488: The Sword Boats Flying out of Green Mountain

If Jing Jiu's judgment was correct that Nan Qü in the coffin wouldn't wake up soon, he was nothing but a corpse. However, if he woke up, he would be a half fairy man without an equal in sword fight. It would be a simple choice for anybody.

Nan Wang turned to head toward the deep part of the mountain. The white cat moved a lot faster than she, vanishing instantly after turning into a flash of white residue; the cat didn't even ma any sound.

Jing Jiu didn't mind their action, because it was his suggestion anyway. And also he wasn't confident enough about whether the corpse in the coffin would wake up or not.

The morning sun climbed higher, and the sky grew bluer; the mountain looked much clearer now.

The barren mountain was not far from the sea, but it didn't get very many rainfalls over the year. The living beings were scarce here, even much less than those on the Cold Mountain.