They intertwined in the surroundings as if forming a protective and isolation fence.
It isolated the others from approaching and disturbing them.
Zhao Huangting was brewing his aura for the north, so all she could do was prevent anyone from disturbing him.
The sword qi swept into the clouds like a sleeping dragon.
In the Sword Pool Lake that was covered in green waves.
There was a soft laugh and a sigh.
"Good."
However, he did not know if he was praising the fact that there were more first-grade Supreme Swords in the world, Swallow Returns to the Nest, or praising Zhao Huangting for comprehending something and returning to his original intention.
…
…
In the sky.
A smile appeared on Wang Yansheng's face. He held the Swallow Returns to the Nest, his eyes gentle.
