"It is the Sect Master of the Joy Sect, Ning Hong," a martial artist called out the name from the pavilion by the lake.
Two figures approached, walking on the waves, leaving a trail hundreds of meters long behind them, and then they stood in the center of the lake, stepping on the water's surface.
Following beside Ning Hong, the young man carried a sword on his back, his white clothes brighter than snow, his face delicate and handsome, his aura ethereal.
Lin Mo saw him, his lips curling into a slight smile, and chuckled coldly, "Ning Xuan."
Ning Xuan had restrained his sharpness compared to half a month ago, appearing as indifferent as an ancient scholar. However, Lin Mo knew that his strength had increased again since, back in Jiao Valley, Ning Xuan had taken several Spirit Grasses and Green Jade Fruits. Only a fool would not use these to enhance their own power.
