Chapter 162: Sharp Edge
Blackstone Ridge, with its steep terrain and jagged rocks, rarely saw sunlight year-round. The yin energy was extremely heavy, and ordinary birds and beasts rarely ventured here.
At this moment, on the rugged path through the ridge, a chase was underway.
The old man fleeing desperately ahead was about sixty years old. His originally luxurious brocade robe was now torn in many places, covered with dust and blood.
His graying hair was disheveled, his face haggard, with traces of dried blood still at the corners of his mouth. This was the esteemed Second Master of the Zhu family, Zhu Xin.
One hand clutched tightly at his chest, as if harboring something extremely important, while the other gripped a precious sword.
Several dozen zhang behind, a young figure followed like a shadow, pursuing relentlessly.
This person appeared to be only twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with a stern countenance.
He wore dark gold training clothes, his movement technique swift yet steady, displaying extremely solid fundamentals.
In his hand he gripped a peculiarly shaped curved blade with an extremely large arc, flashing with cold gleaming light. The blade's back had several barbs, adding several parts ferocious aura.