Luo Yue’s Sword

Lin Xiu looked at the location ahead in surprise and quickly rushed over.

Upon arriving, he squatted down and picked up the weapon that was covered in mud.

It was a sword, a very fine sword.

This sword was extremely thin and although it was dirty, it could not hide the beauty of the weapon.

"Whoo."

Lin Xiu blew on it and all the dirt came off the sword.

As he scrutinized it, he confirmed that the sword was identical to Luo Yue's!

Lin Xiu looked carefully. The form and weight of it was definitely Luo Yue's weapon!

Lin Xiu frowned. Luo Yue always carried her weapon and the possibility of her throwing her weapon on a whim was impossible.

This meant that she had encountered trouble and had no choice but to throw the weapon.

Lin Xiu looked ahead where there were many messy footprints. He was unable to distinguish them.

'What is going on here!?'

Lin Xiu was deeply puzzled by the situation.