Half an incense stick later.
In the small courtyard of Lotus Peak, the Starfire gate opened.
"Boom!"
The tall elder clad in lotus robes, wrapped in thunder, returned with measured steps. The moment he stepped into the courtyard, all the Sword Qi around him converged, at first glance, there seemed to be no trace of the great battle, but upon closer inspection, one could find several tears in his robe, stained with traces of blood.
Seeing this scene, Qing Sun, enduring the excruciating pain of Sword Qi, was petrified.
He could sense that the pure gold blood staining the lotus robes bore an extremely powerful martial aura.
Even just a drop.
Made his heart palpitate with fear.
The aura of this drop of martial Essence Blood seemed even more potent than that of Lord Wu Zhexian!
As this thought flitted through his mind.
Qing Sun felt utterly desolate, the Essence Blood of someone more powerful than Wu Zhexian could only mean...
"Did you go to the Imperial City to fight?"
