Amidst the clouds and fog, the eaves and arches were faintly visible, and strange flowers were blooming everywhere. The Earth’s spiritual spring was gushing out, and in a certain uninhabited corner, a little boy dressed in fine clothes was holding a heavy iron sword that had yet to be sharpened. He was thrusting it forward with a slanted and slanted motion, the “Flying bird throwing itself into one’s arms”move caused everything to fall into disarray. It was quite unsightly.
“I’ve practiced a set of six directions sword technique in the qi-storing stage for so long, yet I’m still unable to master it. My aptitude can be said to be dull.”Suddenly, a cold and childish voice sounded from behind the little boy.
