บท 651: Chapter 275 Cloud Movement

Sword Belly Mountain.

Wudong had been sent away from the belly of the mountain, and in this formation, there was no longer a single unfamiliar sword.

Ming Qi Tian's gaze quietly rested on the rock face that separated the past from the present, and half an incense stick of time had passed.

The woman contemplated without any minor fidgets, standing silently with her sword, as if describing her as a piece of rigid jade would seem lifeless, yet she still resembled a pale cloud gliding slowly in the high sky.

Xiao Tingshu slumped against a stone pillar, watching her, and suddenly said weakly, "Chief Ming."

Ming Qi Tian turned her head.

"Sorry."

The woman quietly watched him.

"I had no choice but to involve you in this matter," he said with a low, hoarse voice pressed out by blood in his throat, "Your last visit to Kongtong was enlightening, but it's a pity you couldn't see Sword Belly Mountain... it's unfortunate to have come on this trip."

"I would have come anyway."