Shui Zhibai's handsome face was cold. He floated in the air on his sword and looked down at the group of people below. He didn't understand why his master wanted him to take charge of such a complicated matter. His master knew that he didn't like to do such things, so he had never let him do it.
Shui Zhibai's expression was indifferent,"if you can pass through the mystic realm in front and then cross that bridge, you'll be considered an outer sect disciple of the heavenly divination sect." If you want to become an inner sect disciple, you have to pass the ten thousand sword formation. " After saying that, Shui Zhibai shut his mouth and lowered his eyes to hide the impatience in his eyes.
