At that moment, from within that Broken Sword, slowly a tall and imposing man, with awe-inspiring presence, walked out. His age only seemed to be in his twenties, yet his gaze embodied hundreds of years of vicissitudes.
Undeniably, he was a powerful cultivator.
Even though his physical body was no more, a casual glance of his was enough to cause Qi Mei's face to turn pale, standing unsteadily, she had to hide behind Wei Cheng, supporting herself by holding his arm. She simply couldn't imagine what kind of existence this could be, that a mere gaze almost killed her.
Only Wei Cheng was able to withstand it somewhat, simple because his spiritual power was much stronger.
"You understand the Spirit Stabilizing Spell, and bear this—Thousand Mechanisms Magic Mirror. Hence, you are my disciple from the Thousand Mechanism Hall?"
The man spoke, his voice was like metal against stone, laced with endless majesty.
