Chapter 278: Giving a Sword

The moonlight was misty, as if shrouded in fog. The stench of blood permeated the mountain pass, and the scars of battle littered the ground. Yet now, four Xiantian Martial Ancestors had fallen. Only Situ Gong remained. He felt deep sorrow, and his expression was wooden, as if he were attending his parents’ funerals. After a moment’s silence, Situ Gong said, “I won’t lie to you. We each exchanged a stalk of tier-five spiritual medicine to learn your whereabouts from the Ten Directions...