The powerful Great Celestial Venerable, the only son of the Sword Master, Jian Yihan...
Just like that, dissipated in the slender, fair fingertips like dust...
Then she looked at some of the remaining members of the Sword Sect present.
For example, Wan Jian and others.
She glanced at them lightly, saying nothing.
Yet it caused their souls to tremble with fear.
She descended the steps, walked away, the sky seemed to have a cool drizzle, she walked on the cobblestone path, her silhouette misty, her sleeves fluttering, like ink, like a painting.
She left them only a thin, hazy figure.
Yao Yao was about to rush out...
"Yao Yao, your father is already here, if you don't leave now...."
Yao Yao was stunned, stomped her foot in frustration, and could only watch Ji Si chase after...
But strangely, as she looked at that figure in the misty rain, she felt dazed as if she couldn't remember what that person looked like.
Just as she was, so were other people.
