His eldest disciple sister had become his woman, a thought that sent a surge of blood rushing through Xiao Han's veins.
"Eldest sister has taken the lead." Above the firmament, a woman with bare feet stared down at Xiao Han, a slight smile on her face.
If Wu De and the others were here, they would definitely recognize her as no other than Xiao Han's second disciple sister, who had once saved them.
Another woman, embodying grace, dressed in royal attire, her presence majestic as if she were a saint from above the Nine Heavens, incited no thoughts of sacrilege in anyone.
This person was none other than Xiao Han's third disciple sister.
They watched the direction Xiao Han had left until he disappeared, only then did they depart.
"Together with the eldest sister, let's go kill some people." Their voices echoed, slowly fading away.
