One after another, footprints were deeply branded on the floor of Heaven's Will Palace. Each footstep was three inches deep and with a clear outline; one could even see the fine lines of the toe on it. Clad in a white robe, with his hands behind his back and his hair hanging loosely on his shoulder, Nie Baihong was seen walking into the hall, one step at a time.
From the corner of his eyes, Wu Qi gazed at those footprints left behind by Nie Baihong. Naughtily, he was pondering whether this man would destroy the floor wherever he went. Even the rock solid floor of Heaven's Will Palace, which was protected by defensive arrays, couldn't withstand the sword energies leaking from Nie Baihong. If he visited the palace of Great Yan Dynasty, could he also slice the floor in the palace into a messy state? Would Yan Dan ask him to pay up for the losses?
