Previously, Yun Qingwu looked like a pristine individual, untouched by any dirt or evil that she came into contact with. But now, Yun Qingwu had an additional layer of class.
She was powerful.
However, Yun Qingwu could not be less interested in their fate. She did not even take a second look at them.
She turned to look at the fallen Fang Zhengzhi, then pointed at the Traceless Sword in Fang Zhengzhi's hand. She did not even say anything.
But Bai Xing knew what she wanted immediately.
"Take Fang Zhengzhi and the sword over there!" Bai Xing glanced at Fang Zhengzhi, his icy aura still strong as ever.
"Okay." The middle-aged man nodded.
His blade was still sheathed as he walked towards Fang Zhengzhi. He did not even look at Nangong Hao or Yan Xiu.
Just at that moment, a red glow appeared in front of this middle-aged man. He brought with him a hellish iciness.
This was Yan Xiu.
However, Yan Xiu was not Yan Xiu anymore.
