Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

Those hanging upside-down said: "A general."

"A young general."

"It’s said he died beneath the divine arbor."

"But why did the jade carving move?"

"Is it because of those two sword strikes?"

"It must be…"

One by one, the people hanging upside-down turned to look at this Xiao Fuxuan who’d unleashed his sword, faces convoluted with suspicion.

Only Wu Xingxue, upon hearing that "died beneath the divine arbor," moved the fingers hanging at his side. Rather strangely, at that moment, a feeling of discomfort arose in his heart, as though he’d once seen how that person "died beneath the divine arbor."

Dazed for a moment, he subconsciously reached out for the jade carving.