The moon hung high like a silver platter above the Dragon Clan's Sword Tomb.
White clouds stacked halfway up the sky, seemingly frozen in silence.
In the Thousand Swords and Ten Thousand Intentions Formation, suddenly, a ringing sound emerged out of the quiet.
A figure, as graceful as a soaring dragon, darted through the thousand broken swords.
Beads of sweat dripped from Yue Jinghua's forehead as she gazed at the Great Sword in her hand, an hour had passed before she finally swung a sword.
The Red Cloud Dragon, transformed into a human long ago, told Yue Jinghua its name—Yun Zhao—before it left. If fate allowed, they might meet again in the Otherworld. Then, it departed from the Thousand Swords and Ten Thousand Intentions Formation.
