to someone like Lu Ye whose cultivation level is not very high.It was past noon, on Mount Shouzheng. Inside the An'hun Hall...The Bichezong sect sprawled across a vast expanse, with hundreds of spiri..."Draw your sword." Under the big tree, the man leaning against its trunk looked at Lu Ye calmly.

Lú Yè quietly watched him.

>>on, a pair of fiery red wings, pulsing with spiritual energy, fluttered gently behind him. A long blade in his hand, adorned with swirling spiritual energy, slashed down towards him with lightning spe...