Xu Ming watched He Yinglian, using the unique swordsmanship of the Green Lotus Sect, suppress Wuweizi of the Taibai Sword Sect, feeling extremely pleased.
The members of the Taibai Sword Sect had always been arrogant, claiming that with a sword from Taibai, they were unmatched, and they looked down upon the Green Lotus Sect, thinking they only relied on the fame of Fairy Biyou to have some prestige in the so-called Sword Dao.
Now that He Yinglian suppressed Taibai, it truly vented the bitterness in his heart, making him feel very comfortable. However, to avoid angering these sword maniacs, he still tried hard to restrain his facial expressions to prevent himself from bursting into laughter.
Just then, a faint, unknown fragrance drifted over, smelling slightly of chrysanthemum, filling him with curiosity about its origin.