Hoo-hoo-hoo——!!
The strong wind howled, creating a wild gust on the official road!
Yet in the high sky above, a figure entwined with Qi-Blood like swirling silk, rapidly diving down, his speed so fast that there was vaguely a connection of the Qi mechanism of heaven and earth with him, forming a unique reciprocity.
As the figure descended, the invisible air currents spread out and slowly dissipated without a trace.
Jiao Shaoqiu stood with his hands behind his back, bearing a solemnity on his withered, old-wood-like face.
"The Inner Sect True Successor Top Ten, ranked eighth, Wei He..."
Jiao Shaoqiu's gaze fell on the burly figure standing at the forefront.
But the person in sight had a burly stature, dressed in a deep blue robe, with robust muscles all exposed.
"Elder Jiao."
Jiao Shaoqiu nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping onto Wei He: "You seem to be a true disciple under Elder Ji, aren't you?"
