A cold smirk hung on the corners of Ye Se's lips. His hands moved without stopping, the fierce winds he produced cleaning out the Orchard Palace.
Even the flower shelves and the stone table were gone.
The winds continued, lasting a good five minutes!
Dong Wushang's hands remained on the handle of his saber, his stance firm and unshakable. His robes fluttered and flapped fiercely in the wind, but saber intent remained in his eyes and the saber energy he exuded was awe-inspiring! He stood as immovable as a mountain, forceful and unwavering!
Inside the room, Meng Chaoran praised him approvingly. "Wushang's presence comes naturally and perfectly, he's truly an unparalleled hero!"
Mo Lei'er's eyes were brimming with pride, her lips curled up into a smile.
