An Ning emerged from another cave entrance, a piece of seemingly glowing white jade in her palm.
With a flick of her wrist, the white jade vanished. An Ning leaped out of the entrance and said, "Just grabbed it on the way out, nothing more."
"Like changing a lightbulb at home."
Muttering to herself, An Ning stood to one side, watching the cave entrance disappear.
Satisfied, she clasped her hands behind her back and walked away. She stopped at the edge of the circular area and looked back.
"Now *that* is what I call a beautiful sword."
A blood-red sword, transforming from a mere line into a sharp blade, powerful enough to cleave mountains and slice the moon, utterly unstoppable.
She could only sigh. 'Such is life, such is destiny.'
An Ning walked out of the valley and found Feng Xiaoyu sitting by the sea, waiting for her.
"Let's head back."
"Okay!"
Feng Xiaoyu didn't ask any questions. She piloted the boat with a sense of ease, taking An Ning back to the shore.
