On the cliff.
Watching the crescent moon hanging high, a group of disciples either squatted or sat on the ground. In their hearts, the chances of Liu Zixuan and Qing Lao surviving were almost zero.
Elder Yang sighed, "Sect Leader, it's been almost ten hours. I think it's hopeless."
"Yes, we all know you care about Zixuan, this Sword Dao genius, but you shouldn't exhaust yourself over this. Xiaoxiao was captured, and we still need to figure out how to save her!" Elder Ming chimed in.
The Great Elder furrowed his brow, "Xiao Bro..."
"I don't believe Zixuan and Qing Lao are dead!" Sword Venerable Ling Xiao immediately waved his hand, solemnly reprimanding.
