The grand elder!

Everyone’s hearts shook when they recognized the owner of that booming, resonant voice.

Clang!

Li Fengxing’s wrists shifted, and the fine, misty sword rain permeating the air instantly dispersed.

His mist-shrouded figure suddenly froze in mid-air. Then, he pressed off the ground and flew back, like a swallow returning to its nest.

The ease with which he changed course was beautiful.

Su Yi couldn’t help but nod to himself. This person’s attainments in the Dao of the Sword have already reached the threshold, albeit just barely. He’s not much inferior to Chang Guoke, a disciple of the Hidden Dragon Sword Sect.

Of course, had he finished swinging his sword, Li Fengxing would have died beyond a doubt.

Three figures appeared further down the mountain path.

Their leader was a woman in a deep purple, cloud-patterned skirt. Her long hair was tied up in a bun.

She was petite, and her features were extremely clear and youthful; she looked about twelve. However, as her eyes took in her surroundings, her gaze contained traces of the vicissitudes of life. This gave her a highly distinctive quality; her delicate appearance brimmed with imposing majesty.

Hm? When he saw her, Su Yi’s eyes narrowed, revealing a rare hint of surprise. 

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