The person lying quietly in the coffin was none other than Supreme Tarot!
He had a handsome face, a straight nose, closed eyes, and a pair of sword-like eyebrows. His entire person was filled with a sharp aura.
At first glance, he did not seem to be dead, but in a deep sleep.
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
At this moment, the Tarot Divine Sword trembled to the extreme.
Jian Wushuang was slightly stunned. He did not expect Supreme Tarot to be so young.
No wonder even someone Sword Immortal Qiang Ruwu fell for him.
Jian Wushuang could already imagine Supreme Tarot's carefree appearance when he wielded his sword and drank wine. He must have won over countless people.
Such geniuses were all gone.
Jian Wushuang shook his head and could not help but feel a sense of regret.
"Elder Mi Feng, what's our next step?"
