The cave walls were scarred with deep marks.
Sword slashes.
Burn traces.
Residual qi lingered faintly in the air, not yet completely dissipated.
Li Hao extended his senses and touched the remaining aura.
The moment he did—
His expression changed.
He recognized it instantly.
"…Zhao Kun."
The name carried a cold weight.
Silence filled the cave.
A sharp killing intent rose within Li Hao's eyes.
This wasn't coincidence.
This was a path that was meant to cross again.