From countless windows of the small tower, copper coins began to fly out.
However, before the copper coins reached their destination, they were all sealed within a spell formation by a Spirit Talisman.
The figures appearing in the void were Zhao Wuji and a red-mole female cultivator, Ying Hongyue.
Zhao Wuji frowned.
He looked at Huang Yu and Ying Hongyue beside him.
"Senior Brother Zhao, I apologize for my offense. However, there are rules to sword competition, and it would be best not to interfere!" Ying Hongyue said with an apologetic expression on her pretty face.
Resembling a young girl in many ways, Ying Hongyue's petite and delicate appearance, with a red mole between her eyebrows, elicited sympathy. Her apologies only made it harder for people to refuse her request.
But the coldness in her eyes contrasted greatly with her current demeanor.
Not to mention Huang Yu at her side.
