All five of them were Second Rank; if they wanted to do something harmful to him, they could have done it already, and there would be no escape for him.
The scene before him was that of a group of people gathered just within the edge of the border line.
This was Xu Shu's first time seeing the border line look so plain and unadorned.
He also took note of the other individuals' distinctive features.
There was no need to mention Xie Xiaochan. Last night, he had looked at her photo several times; the Seven-color Taoist truly was a peerless beauty, stunningly gorgeous. Her weapon must be the peculiar brush on her back.
Then there was Song Nianhui, a Weapon Master, which is one of the three paths in Martial Arts. When Xu Shu saw his heavy Eight-sided Han Sword, he roughly guessed that his style would be direct and forceful.
The other three people included a Witch with a somewhat indecent aura, Zheng Qianrou.
