The Legend of the Heavenly Sword

The Sadness In Her Seat

Tens of kilometers is a very long distance, let alone using both feet to walk. In addition to physical deficiencies, maybe if adults can be up to 3 full days in joined with rest when on the road. However, with his physique still relatively weak, Li Fang felt it was an incredible distance away.

And so with that, Li Fang was currently doing a break step after walking for about 1 kilometer. He simply wiped his face from the sweat using his clothing collar.

It takes hours to reach a distance of 1 km. Because Li Fang walked very slowly, unwilling to fish for wild animals, when he heard the sound of his footsteps.

Li Fang leaned against a tree with one leg bent and the other leg straight forward. Seen from his hasty breathing, signifying he was currently exhausted. However, what power he could only swallow, because the water at all he did not bring.

"It seems like the distance from what he said, Dad, it's still very far away. Maybe I'll get to the Sect in a week." Li Fang revealed a wry smile.

He tries to get through every problem by using a smile, even though that smile is a painful smile.

Li Fang raised his head to look at the shining moon. He did not feel his tears drop after drop. Showing sorrow mixed into one, in his mind again crossed the memories of his Father, his Sections, the other Elders.

His tears also had a lot of meaning, he recalled the fate of his life created by the Creator to him was very unfair.

And do not forget also he recalled the children of his age in his Secretary who played with his parents. In note, given affection, fed, Li Fang felt jealous because he had never felt it.

The dark night within the forest, right at this moment, Li Fang wanted to let out all the sadness he had been in his mind, as long as he lived life in this world.

This is how to bring out all her sadness, crying while looking at the moon, which can relieve her heart of all the inner pain she receives. A few Wolves howled, as if responding to what Li Fang felt sorrow.

However, with his cautious attitude that is still stable. Li Fang peeked out from the trunk of the large tree he was backing up. He rubbed his eyes from the small puddle of his tears.

Faintly he heard from a distance back, a few steps someone was walking, it seemed to be heading this way.

The longer the footsteps were heard, he assumed they were owned by a dozen people who were increasingly heard clearly by his ears. What was originally only vague was now a little clear.

Li Fang instantly widened his eyes, upon seeing, dozens, tens, hundreds, even thousands of people with each carrying an already lifeless human body.

Li Fang immediately ran to find a place to hide, hiding his body behind a tree that had a large trunk, and most importantly the tree was far from the way the people passed.

The people were getting closer to this direction, Li Fang immediately held his breath hiding his presence so as not to be discovered by them, one passed in front of the tree where he was hiding.

The closer and clearer the person passed in front of him, with a peek using the little tip of his eye.

Suddenly making him furious, one of the black-robed people he saw in his hand was currently seen embracing a corpse of a middle-aged man. Making his emotions instantly at the highest peak.

The color of the corpse's robe, his face, his hair, all his features he was very familiar with was his father... Yes, it was Wang Yuan's corpse.

The wrathful Li Fang saw that, wanting to get out of the hiding place and beat up the person. His feet and mouth suddenly couldn't be used. He wanted to scream out a slobber word to add to the dramaticness of his anger, but he could not utter it at all.

Li Fang felt someone's hand in his mouth. And it was true that when he lowered his eyes, he found a man's hand covering his mouth.

"Nh." Li Fang only muttered as he muttered his body.

Because of the darkness that enveloped his place, he did not know the hand belonged to a woman or a man. It clearly belongs to a human.

"Ah," she softly mumbled as she felt a pressure like totokan landing on the nerve point of her neck.

After that, the pain from the totokan came back and forged his neck. Before then, he felt his gaze slowly becoming blurred.

**

"Even after, he was still troublesome!" Mo Xing looked annoyed.

Mo Xing was annoyed at not finding the heirloom Sword he was carrying. He had already ordered all of his disciples to scour the entire place within this Sect.

However, the result is nothing from the word success. He had waited for some time, but still not a single one of his disciples reported knowing the place of the Heirloom.

In fact, it was Mo Xing because of that annoyance that he had killed everyone from the Eternal Sword Sect who was evacuated to the basement. Because none of them want to tell where the heirloom is stored. It is not that they do not want to retaliate, but they do not actually know the location.

Inside the sweltering swirl, one of his disciples breathlessly walked up to him.

"Do you know it, tell me where it is!" The three of them said simultaneously.

Even the one who asked the question did not answer. His disciple took a breath for a while, then said. "A-There, Chief. We have to get through a little hallway."

Mo Xing with a flashing smile replied, "Good, I will soon appoint you as an Elder. Quickly take me there!"

The reason that made his disciple so excited was the reward he would get later, being appointed an Elder. He then led the way forward, in following Mo Xing, Ming Ling, and Yang Shu.

A few moments walking, the four of them finally arrived at that place. His disciple was currently standing right above a round-shaped board similar to a door.

"Where it is, tell me quickly..."

Mo Xing looked very excited, even though in view of his face there was no characteristic of the pleasure. However, that was all he could express as an expression of delight, because of the flames that burned him.

"Below here, Chief. My guess is this is the place because I opened the prank. I didn't expect to see a room underneath."

Without giving a response, from the stupid disciple's explanation, Mo Xing and the two stepped their feet down past the small steps.

Arriving on the ground from this simple room. Mo Xing's thin smile widened. He could sense a powerful aura within this room, albeit vaguely. However, he assumed the heirloom must be blocked by an energy barrier object so that it is not known where its existence.

"Let's find that heirloom..."

The three quickly moved to check all corners of this room. After a while of searching.

"Here you are, haha."

Mo Xing was in front of a long-sided shabby wooden box. From inside the box he could feel a powerful aura despite its faint capacity.

Mo Xing directly opened the wooden box, the face of happiness he had just shown now turned 180 degrees from before.

Ming Ling and Yang Shu immediately approached him closer.

"What's up, Chairman Xing?" ask Yang Shu.

"Look at this, the heirloom has been taken away by someone. That powerful aura was just a remnant of his full strength alone!" Mo Xing threw the wooden box.

"You're here..." Call him to the student who brought him.

"W-What's up, Chief," he replied with a hint of fear.

"You want to be an Elder, don't you." His disciple replied while nodding slowly.

"Older Kang Somay! Take this..."

Mo Xing was unattainable when he pulled the sword from the sheath that was at his waist, suddenly the head of his disciple slipped from his body.

**

"In-where am I..." Li Fang wondered as he came to his senses.

"Young Master, now in my arms. We're floating in the air now."

Li Fang glanced down at the trees. Right, he was now in the air, hundreds of meters away from the forest.

Li Fang then returned his gaze to look at the person holding him flying. It was as if he had heard the voice of that person.

"Pa-Uncle San..."

Hearing his name, he only returned with a smile.