The young man with the sword clenched his palm, and spiritual energy spurted out from his palm, crushing the snowflakes trapped in his palm into powder.
He remembered song qingxiao, who had barged into the Imperial City at that time. She had been lucky enough to enter the divine prison and had a fortuitous encounter. He did not know what kind of bloodline she had mutated into, but it had transformed her into a half-human, half-demon, and she had dared to break into the Shi family with a Wolf.
At that time, if su Wu's Qi hadn't appeared and lured away the few elders who were in charge of the Imperial City, this little female cultivator who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth would have died in the Imperial City.
The young man had never dreamed that such a great change would happen to a person whose cultivation was not strong in the past in less than two years.
