"What Immortal Sword Lord? Beneath the illustrious name he hardly lives up to his reputation, nothing more than that." Huang Yu neatly tied up her hair and dressed herself before stepping over the pale body of the Human Sword Cultivator on the ground.
At the door, she took a breath of fresh air, suppressed the grievance in her heart, and set her face with the full dignity of the Monster Empress.
Her emotions did not show on her face, which remained without sorrow or joy; her eyes were calm and stern, embodying the self-discipline and self-cultivation she possessed.
After experiencing lies and revenge, Huang Yu had clearly grown a lot.
Inside the room, Lu Bei's eyes were lifeless, his breath seemed vague and ethereal, as if he had merged with heaven, earth, and all things, existing somewhere between being and non-being.
