Fallen leaves were still dancing in the air, only now, these leaves had been slashed into fragmented pieces.
Each leaf bore clear cut marks as they drifted to the ground, their very aura sharp and cutting.
Ye Qinghong, gripping her longsword, had her black hair tied back, trailing behind her. Her eyes and brows were icy cold, as if covered in frost, staring unwaveringly at the two women before her.
The Sword Qi was awe-inspiring!
At any moment, myriad longswords seemed ready to lunge.
Previously, she had been waiting outside of Mount Xianglu for her master. Unexpectedly, the Empress and the Demon Empress had already emerged from the Gallery of Shili, yet her master was nowhere to be found. Anxious in her heart and urged on by her master's call, she flew straight into the Xianglu Mountain Range.
Just as she caught sight of her master's figure, before joy could take hold, she saw these two women beside him.
