That white-robed young man had a sharp gaze like a sword and his face looked cold like the body of a sword. The outline of his face was extremely distinct as though it was carved out by a sword and the feeling being emanated from him was as though he was an extremely sharp treasure sword! The killing intent that was being emanated was also one which could only be felt from a treasured sword!
His gaze swept past the surviving members of the Shui Family and they immediately felt the cool autumn turn into the freezing winter. There was even a chill rising up from the depths of their hearts!
This was Ling Jian! Sword of Ling Tian!
The First Elder ignored the fatigue on his body and hurriedly stood up with an apologetic smile, "So it is little brother Ling who is here to receive us. For us to trouble little brother Ling to make a personal appearance, this old man is truly grateful."
