As the word mentioned by the Sect Master Feng" The Forbidden Sword Valley," gasps filled the chamber.
One of the elders spoke. “That place? That place is devoif of any life form... how could it save the life of Zhu Jia.”
Sect Master Feng didn’t flinch. "Only outside... not inside. That valley was carved from the ancient era… a single strike that split the mountains and cracked space itself.”
He turned, eyes deep with resolve. “The crack in the valley still holds remnants of the Sword Intent sharp enough to drive mad those who step too close. But in that chaos… now grow herb of tempered will.”
The room fell into stunned silence. He continued, "When I was cultivating last time inside the abyssal crack I discovered the sapling of Soul Anchoring Vines."
Everyone in the cave grasped at the Sect Master Feng's word, not because he told them about Soul Anchoring Vine but due to the word's that the latter had cultivated inside the abyssal crack.