Chapter 062: The Finishing Touch, Mutated Sword Spirit!

The wind had stopped, yet a cold breath still drifted through heaven and earth.

In the underground passage, no familiar traces could be seen any longer; only the newly added heaps of white bones still carried an inexplicable Blood Qi.

Could it be that he really had perished here?

Mo Yuchou gazed upon the snow-white yet long desiccated skeletons, feeling a sudden emptiness within her, a loneliness, a discomfort, and an overwhelming solitude.

Despite Jia Yongheng's assertion that he was not dead, she did not believe in such a conclusion. In fact, she felt that the Eternal Spirit, Jia Yongheng, was simply deceiving her, trying to provide comfort.

She walked forward woodenly, step by step.

She had promised 'her' that she would fulfill a certain promise here, but now, if Zhou Yan was dead, how should she fulfill that promise? What would 'she' think?

Thinking of these things, she just felt an emptiness in her heart, as if she had suddenly lost something.