Suddenly.
A burst of wanton laughter interrupted his thoughts.
You Liqing's eyes narrowed, and beneath the golden armor, powerful qi-blood intertwined, the unparalleled martial dao will swept across.
However, it was sliced apart by an extremely sharp Sword Gang.
"Don't stare, we've been old rivals, knowing each other inside out, you know my roots, I know your bottom..."
Below.
By the ruins of the Mysterious Temple, a ragged yet suave figure, carrying a sword box on his back and holding a wine gourd covered in sword scars, drank and jested.
"Yellow Sword Wine."
You Liqing floated down.
Indifferently glanced at Yellow Sword Wine, too lazy to pay him any mind.
He had nothing to say to this drunkard vagrant, noisy non-stop.
Although Yellow Sword Wine was quite skilled, You Liqing knew that his drinking etiquette was terrible, absolute garbage.
He looked at the empty ruins, the Mysterious Temple, truly vanished into thin air, how astonishing.
