Deep within the Ten Thousand Mountains, near the remnants of the demon formation.

Mu Baishuang knelt in a pool of blood as Chen Huaian slowly sheathed his sword.

"Cough, cough... Sword Pavilion Ancestor? How did you find me..."

To avoid detection, she had made every preparation, setting up five layers of concealment formations around her. Now, she looked up to see that the formation had been shattered by a single sword strike, with remnants of sword intent lingering on the broken core.

"Wasn't it simple to find you? Just a casual deduction of the Heavenly Secret would do. Did you think you were that old hag Ling Pu?"

Mu Baishuang's pupils shrank sharply, staring at Chen Huaian in disbelief. "Ling Pu, you killed Ling Pu?"

"Yes." Chen Huaian nodded. "An old dog, easily slaughtered."

Mu Baishuang was momentarily stunned. She knew Ling Pu was dead.@@novelbin@@

A great battle had erupted deep within the Ten Thousand Mountains before, and her cultivation level was too low to even consider taking a look.

All she knew was that after the battle, Ling Pu's presence vanished completely.

Only a faint trace of sword intent remained in the world, and at the time, it was assumed Ling Pu had been killed by a great sword cultivator from the True Martial Holy Land.

Now she knew the truth.

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