C715 The Wind Blew the Grass

In the stillness of the night, the lush greenery stood silent.

Inside the old, abandoned temple, Xiao Chen pulled Yan Wu behind him, gripping his massive sword, Ink Kun, with one hand, readying himself for action.

Whoosh—

A piercing sound suddenly shattered the silence, as a bright light, like lightning, shot through the temple! In a split second, Xiao Chen raised Ink Kun