Su Wanrou's slender frame was dressed in a pale yellow robe with a bamboo basket in her hand.0

Standing at the outer reaches of the Sacred Soul Continent, she gazed past Mu Wentao with an unnervingly calm expression, observing the battle unfolding ahead.0

"My disciple was taken captive, yet I, her master, arrived a step too late. Thank you for making the trip to Dragon Lair Sect on my behalf," she said with a slight bow toward the rotund figure atop the Sword Pavilion. "Don't squander the divine power of past Sword Gods on that old dragon, Li Zhaotian. Leave him to me. You just focus on getting away."0

Mu Wentao turned to face her as if confronting a deadly foe, but she did not even spare a glance.0

She had countered Mu Wentao's Court of Shenluo and broken his soul-binding technique with easy indifference as if he was...0