In the sky, black clouds rumbled and gathered as the howling wind roared angrily, causing the entire sky to quickly darken.
The winds rustled in the forest, and the branches moved.
Chu Liuyue stood up with the sword hilt in her hands and looked up. Her clothes blew up with the wind, and her black hair flew everywhere.
In the entire piece of land, she was the most eye-catching spark of fire.
Her eyes stuck closely to the tumbling black clouds.
The next moment, a close to transparent figure appeared in front of her—it was her ancestor!
He stood in the air with his hands behind his back. Even though he was just a remnant of his consciousness, his aura was still stern and intimidating.
His gaze swept past Chu Liuyue and finally landed on the Cloud-Sky Copper Sword before he nodded in satisfaction.