After the battle, most of Luoyin Mountain Range collapsed, leaving the nearby villagers and even Bai You and the others to believe that Xin Lin had perished within the mountains.
Years later, a renowned geomancer visited the mountain and exclaimed in shock.
The half-collapsed mountain range, resembling a lying dragon with its head held high, seemingly poised to soar into the skies, but that's a story for later.
When the mountain range collapsed, inside the Ghost Cave, it was remarkably tranquil.
Protected by Jiao Long Pillars, the Ghost Cave was as steady as a rock, but the quiet at this moment seemed unusually extraordinary.
Whether Xin Lin could climb back from Hell was uncertain, but one thing was for sure; Xin Lin was now in Hell.
Smack—
A crisp and pleasant slap echoed back and forth within the Ghost Cave.
Xin Lin's hand was fast and accurate, landing on the man's face just like slapping a fly, bringing a deeply satisfying smack.
