The core disciple was a woman with her black hair tied into a high ponytail that fell down her back. In each hand, she held a black long sword, with faint electric arcs occasionally surfacing around her.
"People from the Faceless Sword Sect, after having killed someone within my Shangqing City, think they can just leave as they please..." The woman raised her right-hand sword and gently swiped through the air, leaving a trail of blue ionizing light in the air.
"If word gets out, it will definitely tarnish my reputation," Song QiTian said.
A hint of anger appeared on the woman's fair face, her purple eyes fixated on Li Chengyi below.
"Bai Lu, you have seriously injured my junior sister; don't you think you owe me an explanation?"
"I've heard of you, one of the young leaders of Qingmu Sect in recent years," Li Chengyi said with a pure smile.
"Sadly," the smile on his face slowly faded. "Being born in this era is your tragedy."
