Several days later, Zhan Hongxiu and Lv Cheng walked out of the dilapidated Daoist temple, both with solemn expressions.
"Sister, I didn't expect the situation there to be so dire," Lv Cheng said in a low voice.
Zhan Hongxiu lowered her head, reflecting, "It's much worse than I imagined, but that's exactly why it's worth our while to go there."
"Don't forget, the current situation is already the result of the master and the others' efforts and sacrifices."
"Mmm."
Lv Cheng nodded and was about to continue speaking when he suddenly stopped in his tracks, staring ahead.
"Is this, this Sword Edge Mountain?"
Zhan Hongxiu raised her head, her eyes also widening slightly.
The two stared blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar surroundings.
At this moment, Sword Edge Mountain was festooned with lights; every tree hung with red lanterns, each lantern inscribed with the character "Sword."
Below the lanterns hung bells that tinkled with each brush of the mountain breeze.