She definitely did not want to be surveilled at all times, a feeling akin to a thorn in her side, prickly and deeply uncomfortable.
Han Li released Jiang Baiye and stood beside her, hands clasped behind his back, gazes down at Chengsheng Mountain and suddenly asked, "Are you ready?"
Jiang Baiye was slightly startled, and then her pretty face blushed slightly as she shook her head and whispered softly, "Not yet."
Han Li turned to look at Jiang Baiye and found that the Sword Immortal tonight was exceptionally enchanting.
Jiang Baiye was inherently aloof and otherworldly, ethereal and detached. Now, standing at the summit, her white dress danced with the wind and her silver hair fluttered, together with the Divine Sword on her back, she resembled a moon fairy descended to the world, a silver-haired female sword immortal.
