Chapter 63 If Only Time Stopped at When We First Me (2/2)

Gingerly, he reached for his sword. His hand came into contact with the wet patches, and a gust of green smoke emerged from his hand. He felt bouts of intense pain.

The pain came from his spirit. His spirit was melted slightly by the water on the sandalwood sword, which explained the pain.

All these while, he did not touch the water in the river. He found it scary that it could actually melt one's spirit.

It was only when the wind dried up the wet patches that Shen Lian touched the sandalwood sword again. The soul-melting incident did not repeat itself, and Shen Lian could finally rest easy.

However, he noticed that the sandalwood sword was heavier and darker.

The only thing that remained the same was his connection to the sword.

The feeling that the sword was part of his blood and flesh came to him when he held the sword in his hand.

After the incident, Shen Lian did not walk along the river anymore. He distanced himself from the river and increased his pace.

He had always been a cautious person. He knew that he should have stayed away from the river when he realized that something was odd. He should not have continued walking along the river and should have refrained from meditating next to the river at night

However, he overlooked all of these. It was as though the river had some sort of magical power that numbed his senses, causing him to overlook the danger.

After distancing himself from the river, Shen Lian headed toward the south hurriedly. Before the sunset of the next day, he saw a steep cliff.

The sword marks on the cliff were fine and delicate, as though a powerful and mythical sword had left its mark here.

The impact he felt was not something that could be put into words. It was something that one had to experience for oneself.

It was unclear if this was a work of human, celestial, or nature. At the top of the cliff, there was nothing but a lonely human shadow.

The purple clothes wrapped against her body. Her hair danced in the wind as the wind blew at her. A strand of her hair got caught in the perfect curvature of her lips.

'Is she a human, a ghost, or a celestial? Or could she be a monster that took on the shape of a human?' Shen Lian thought.

He could feel the lady sizing him up, but no one said anything.

It would take great skills to send one's voice down all the way from the top of the cliff.

Shen Lian knew that he did not have the skills for it, even though back in the mortal world, his martial arts skills were considered to have reached the state of sublimity.

When he least expected it, the lady spoke. He was sure that she was speaking to him from the top of the cliff.

Even with the great distance between them, he could feel her staring at him.

This might be a moment that he could never forget – under the setting sun, a beautiful lady who stood on the cliff was staring at him. Her gaze was pure, and there were no impurities in it.

Of course, what was even more unexpected was the content of the conversation.

”Whose child are you? Why did you go to the River of Spirits? Didn't your parents tell you that you should stay away from it?” Shen Lian was a young man, yet the lady who looked around his age addressed him as a child.

He would never have thought how natural she could make it sound like.

”Wait a minute, are you not from Nanke Town? How would you know the Shenzu Scripture? Oh, it is that time of the year, my apprentice-nephew did not bother to inform me about the opening of the gate,” she spoke clearly.

Shen Lian could sense a hint of anger from her last sentence. Since she pointed out the fact that Shen Lian knew Shenzu Scripture, it showed that she was definitely related to Qing Xuan.