He Qingge listened to Yuan Dao's instructions and went to find the sect master.
Relying on his token, he arrived in front of the sect master unimpeded.
He Qingge looked up and felt his eyes being pierced by a sharp sword.
The sect master was like an incomparably sharp sword.
Could this be the sword energy that Elder Yuan Dao was talking about?
After getting used to this sharp feeling, He Qingge realized that the person standing in front of him was actually a woman. She was dressed in white and looked quite elegant.
Her sword-like eyes sparkled with starlight, and her eyebrows were like sharp swords, making her entire face look even more heroic.
She held a long sword in her hand. The sword was in its sheath, and one could not see much of it.
There was a wine pot hanging from her waist.
"You must be Little Uncle-Master!" The sect master said calmly.
"I'm He Qingge!"
"Why are you looking for me?"
