A simple sword strike, but it sends shivers down your spine.
Oh my, this is terrifying.
Qin Yu wore a serious expression, turning to look. She only saw a man in white stepping out of the Hundred Treasure Pavilion. He also wore a mask, his figure tall and graceful, elegant as silk.
This white clothed man gave off the impression of having become an immortal. The moment he appeared, it felt as if he carried the background music of a celestial palace.
Where did this character come from in the eighteenth transfer station?
Simply put, where did such a character come from in the ninth quarter?!!
Is he an ordinary mortal too? If we're both ordinary mortals, why is the gap so wide between us?! The sword sheath on his waist swayed slightly as he walked down the steps. Nonetheless, the cold light at his fingertips shone bright and clear like the shattered light of stars.
With a touch of his fingertips, he sheathed his sword with a clang.
