"Who is it that dares to hurt My Immortal form sect's people!" The old man who didn't make a move just now shouted angrily.
we're one of the four sects and eight schools, after all. Your Huashan sect or whatever is really a Rascal. I've never even heard of it.
According to the position of Bai Liyue's voice, everyone turned all the light to her. Only then did they see an outrageously beautiful woman, draped in the faint Halo of fireflies, walking over unhurriedly with a disdainful temperament.
"Who are you?"
Although Bai Liyue was young, the old man in the lead had no choice but to pay attention to her, especially the strange spear in her hand at this moment. A touch of greed appeared in his eyes.
He had clearly seen that it was this spear that had cut off his granddaughter's hand, but now, it was in Bai Liyue's hand again.
He was determined to get such a good thing.
