"Baihua Valley's Ye Qinglian——"
"Please enlighten me!"
This voice, word by word, rang out like Sword Qi unsheathing.
It fell upon Jade Screen Peak.
It fell into the waterfall.
And it also fell into the jade case and teacups.
After this declaration, indeed, Sword Qi was unsheathed. Ye Qinglian didn't give Jiang Miaoyin a chance to choose; she took action directly, flicking her sleeves, and the swords worn by Baihua Valley disciples unsheathed in unison, striking towards that jade case.
After Ye Qinglian stood up, Xie Xuanyi had an ominous premonition in his heart.
The moment Sword Qi was unsheathed.
Xie Xuanyi sighed inwardly, his reactions swift, he hastily clenched the teacup, slid close to the ground, and in an instant, moved far from the jade case in front of the waterfall.
