The cave dwelling is very spacious.
There are several hidden chambers.
Traces of the Saintess can be found everywhere.
Inside are the ancient books and secret manuals collected by the Saintess, along with various bottles and jars she tinkered with, and some strange and unusual items.
A hundred years have passed in haste.
Many items inside the cave dwelling are covered in dust, and some small trinkets turn to ashes at the slightest touch. Even the ancient books and secret manuals have a musty smell, with some words already illegible, and many pages fused together under the corrosion of time.
"This sword?"
At this moment, Jiang Feng was drawn to a long sword hanging on the wall behind the bookshelf.
He felt that this sword seemed familiar.
He took it down to inspect it.
"Whistle!"
The long sword was unsheathed, its cold and sharp light flickering out from the blade, and Jiang Feng felt a force of resistance as he held it in his hand.
