With the addition of experts, more immortal cultivators gathered, and the strength of the entire Yunlan City rose to a higher level.
Of course, Zuo Baichou and the others became even busier.
Business expanded, growing larger.
"Kid, let me see what you've gained from your month of seclusion!"
As the doors of the Yunlan City palace hall opened, Han Muye heard the subdued roar of Li Yungang suppressing his anger.
Then, a long sword with unrestrained sword light entered the hall.
The sword light emitted a green immortal light, and one could see phantoms. It seemed to move the surrounding void, creating a space that appeared real and unreal.
This time, Han Muye didn't stand with his hands behind his back.
He raised his hand.
He did not draw his sword.
He pointed with his finger.
A three-inch blade emerged from his fingertip.
Three inches!
The three feet in front of a sword cultivator was his bottom line.
