After many years, Qin Xiu still remembered that scene very clearly. Several decades had passed, but every time he closed his eyes to recall that day and that night, it felt like it was only yesterday. No matter how many years had passed, that figure walking over with a light still vividly appeared in his mind.
She came out with the light and was a ray of hope.
In the pitch-black surroundings, there was a huge and sinister-looking mountain range. The slender figure that carried a light was like a sword that broke out from the earth. The ancient sword that rushed straight into the night carried snow-white light, instantly splitting apart the darkness that surrounded them, letting everyone see the hope of survival.
