Indeed, Dragon Bird had taken Ling Ruoyu into the underwater sword chamber.0

The sword chamber had long since been emptied. Shuanghua’s remains had been retrieved years ago by the Four Idols Cult and given an honorable burial in the capital. The ancient blades that once adorned the walls had been collected by Xia Chichi for the imperial treasury. Even the various remnants of sword intent that Han Wubing once studied here had long faded into nothingness.0

All that remained was a single old meditation cushion, the same one that had once concealed the golden foil. It was as if someone had left it there to commemorate the past.0

Exhausted and wounded, Ling Ruoyu slumped onto the cushion and set Dragon Bird aside. She fumbled for her medicine pouch, swallowed a pill, and then cautiously asked, “You… really are the holy saber Dragon Bird?”0

Dragon Bird puffed out her nonexistent chest, thoroughly enjoying the respectful tone of her adorable junior sister. “Relax, little sis—so long as I’m here, those small fry won’t lay a finger on you!”0

Ling Ruoyu said nothing. If you weren’t here, I would’ve been halfway to the city already. None of this would’ve...0