Each time Yun Tiange extracted a strand of Sword Intent, he had to shatter parts of his own body, his lungs, and the marrow of his bones.
At that moment, Yun Tiange suddenly had a premonition.
He frowned, his pupils constricting as he grasped the sword at his side the first chance he got, "Who is there?"
"It's me!"
Accompanying the voice, a wooden plank on the southern side of the cabin suddenly toppled inwards, making a 'clang' sound.
This cabin was made in haste, with neither door nor window.
The plank served as the entrance and exit of the cabin.
Now, at the doorway, a figure in green emerged.
He was a youth with a face like fine jade, temples cut sharp as blades, and eyebrows like ink paintings; he held a silver-white metal umbrella, standing amidst the pouring dark rain, his bearing otherworldly, as if an Immortal banished.
"I come from the Dutian Divine Palace, Jian Shifei. Greetings, Mr. Yun."
