Ci Jing tilted his head back and drank all the remaining wine in the gourd in one go, then threw it heavily on the ground!
The Battle of Poison had ended more than sixty years ago.
All these years, he had been confined in the back mountain of Golden Turtle Peak, practicing day and night.
For the sake of…
One day avenging Lian Venerate!
And now, the time had finally come!
The Demon Country was invading south, the great war had resumed!
Just as Ci Jing was filled with heroic spirit, ready to head north for a battle.
A stream of Sword Qi suddenly shot out, soaring from the small pavilion into the sky.
Xie Xuanyi, controlling the sword, once again crossed the void, leaving the back mountain directly.
"???
Ci Jing was instantly dumbfounded.
He didn't even have time to trick Xie Xuanyi into guarding the mountain for him, and the boy ran away!
"!@#￥..."
Ci Jing glared at the fading stream of Sword Qi, so angry he swore.
Is this still human?
