Ren Feifan reached out his hand to touch the surface of the stele.
Instantly, a sense of desolation swept over him. There were countless sword marks crisscrossing the surface of the stele, each half an inch deep. They seemed deliberately added by someone.
Given Ren Feifan's understanding of the Sword Dao, he knew that these sword marks must have been carved in an instant by the same person.
A single sword, a single moment, hundreds of sword scars.
This was a stele with a story.
Ren Feifan slightly raised his gaze and saw a deep bloodstain.
Even though the bloodstain had been there for many years, it still hadn't faded.
This was a bloodstain filled with resentment.
Ren Feifan himself didn't know why these thoughts suddenly came to him.
"Senior, could this place have been where the Saint Doctor's Gate used to be?"
Ren Feifan looked at Wu Yu Daoist, then at the surroundings.
The peak of this mountain was bare. It didn't resemble the ruins of a powerful sect.