As Zhu Luo opened the letter from Su Li, the portly elder sat smiling on the side, not very concerned. He naturally knew that Su Li was quite powerful and his sword was quite terrifying, but this was still just a letter. Even if contained the concentrated soul of Su Li's sword intent, there was a limit to this medium. How could it truly injure Zhu Luo?
The old man even regarded Zhu Luo's hesitation with some contempt, thinking, perhaps the matter of the capital requires other arrangements.
But when the sword intent shot out of the envelope and all of the Myriad Willows Garden was plunged into darkness, the portly elder knew that he had been mistaken.
Su Li's sword was far more powerful and terrifying than he had imagined.
Solely relying on a sword intent on a sheet of paper, he was actually able to suppress a supreme expert of the Eight Storms?
Although Zhu Luo was still injured, this was still too inconceivable.
