A gust of the wild wind swept through, scattering the crimson that filled the sky.
The sun hung high, and the firmament was clear and bright.
Under that majestic and powerful strike, not a single inch of the forest had been harmed, everything remained as it was, with only the lingering scent of monster blood slowly spreading.
The mountain breeze drifted by.
Miao Qinghui suddenly shivered, staring blankly at the horizon, it was the power she had dreamt of acquiring her entire life.
With the departure of the black-robed youth, it was as if a grand dream had dissipated into nothingness.
"How does that Dao Palace compare to Nie Shixiong?" she asked hesitantly.
"I don't know."
Tong Xin'chuan adjusted his breathing, this was beyond his ability to judge.
"So, it really was father." Yu Chao'an wiped off his sweat; no wonder his senior and junior fellow disciples trusted the other party so much. It turned out he was the only one needlessly worrying.
