Tang Fengshu departed.
The snow and dust shrouding the Sword Qi Dojo of the Lotus Peak also dispersed.
Before long.
A bright rainbow light shot up from the direction of the Golden Turtle Peak.
Unable to bear the loneliness, Ci Jing couldn't help but come to watch the excitement. The Vermilion Bird Demon, in human form, landed on a stone pillar in the dojo, standing with hands clasped behind, gazing at the wind and snow lingering over the mountain, the remnants of Taoist Intent.
"That fight just now... who won and who lost?"
From the mottled aura lingering in the dojo, it seemed that the little Taoist girl had the upper hand.
It was reasonable.
The brat named Xie, although formidable, had not yet promoted to Yang God.
"..."
Seeing Xie Xuanyi not responding.
Ci Jing curiously jumped down from the stone pillar.
He saw Xie Xuanyi silently standing at the mountain top, facing the Sword Energy Waterfall, seemingly lost in a daze.
"Hey, hey, hey."
