Bright, sharp red fingertips pressed against a tiny, fresh wound, with just a gentle thrust, the Heavenly Dao would be left with only one of the Cangwu Palace.
Two hundred years ago, the death of a member from the Xijian Sect at the hands of Erhe Zangxin's schemes, had thoroughly provoked irreparable strife within the closely-knit Three Sects.
In these two hundred years, the once-flourishing Three Sects seemed tranquil on the surface, but due to the death of one individual, they had long turned their backs on each other, unable to unite in spirit.
Recently, rumors circulated that Erhe had grown restless again, and amidst the Tianxi Thirteen Swords, the treasures of Cangwu, and the Taixuan Nine Classics, he had secretly planted countless assassinations.
But to Ning Feiyan, these were all insignificant skirmishes.
That fellow had plotted for three thousand years but ultimately failed to completely drag Ghost into falling into the Demon Path.
