A piece of soft zither music flowed out from the side, played by Shi Qingyue.
Zhang Fengxi leaned to the side and gazed at Xie Jianyu.
The moment Xie Jianyu started with the dance, he had not only Zhang Fengxi, but the entire audience enraptured in his performance.
The strongest swordsman in all layers of heaven trod lightly through the air, stepping on invisible steps as he moved from side to side with his famous spiritual weapon in hand.
In his hand, Winter Frost was morphed into a piece of art.
Sometimes the blade slashed fiercely through the air, sometimes it moved smoothly following its master's guidance.
From time to time, Winter Frost left its master's hand to perform its own dance in the air. No matter what kind of sequence they performed, Winter Frost always ended up landing in Xie Jianyu's hand.
