Chapter Fourteen: Searching for Family and Home

ingers swirling out sword qi and his body layering residual images, he moved through the forest like the wind...Sword energy raged, like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, a pile of decaying branches...without peering inside to see what was hidden.>After a while, the door creaked open and an old woman with no cultivation stood in the doorway.You really can't tell from this face, etched with wrinkles...