Beneath the Yuqing Pavilion of the Taoist sect, there is a Carp Lake, at the bottom of which lie the Cave Heaven relics left by several true masters.
Here, the Primordial Energy is dense, making it a treasure ground for cultivation.
Just as night fell, on the spacious ground by the lake, the air was cool.
A streak of Sword Qi whistled past, gliding over the lake surface, creating ripples.
The flying sword traveled tens of yards before turning back, and then, trembling fiercely, it hovered in front of the woman in white.
One breath.
Ten breaths.
Just when the flying sword was about to maintain its hover for nearly a hundred breaths, a gust of wind blew by, and the flying sword began to tremble violently, no longer able to hover stably.
"Humming sounds!"
Deng Baiyi's face turned ugly at this moment.
She raised one arm, fingers pressed together, pointing steadfastly at the flying sword's position, while the other arm clenched her wrist tightly, straining to keep it raised.
