Han Yi halted his steps and looked towards Yi Long Immortal Monarch, who stood at a higher position on Nine Yi Mountain, several miles away.
At this moment, Yi Long Immortal Monarch's expression was no longer indifferent. His vertical pupils were as deep as an abyss, inscrutable.
Han Yi's expression turned solemn. He first bowed respectfully, and after raising his head, his body vanished from the spot. When he reappeared, he had already traversed the distance of several miles and was in front of Yi Long Immortal Monarch. Faster than him was the Green Reed Sword, which by now was positioned at Yi Long Immortal Monarch's brow.
But in an instant, time and space seemed to freeze.
The Green Reed Sword could not advance an inch further because Yi Long Immortal Monarch had lightly pinched the tip of the sword between two fingers.
