Upon hearing the transmission from Master Sword Dance, Wang Jixuan thought that the Little Annihilation Bomb had killed their own people.
He, along with Mu Dan, hurriedly rode the clouds towards the nearby main peak.
The elders had not appeared; Sword Dance sat at the main seat in the grand hall, and there were already twenty to thirty experts from the second and third generations gathered here.
As Wang Jixuan descended at the hall door, a subtle fragrance wafted towards him.
He paused to look and was dazzled by Senior Sister Bai Ning, who was dressed up meticulously today.
She truly dazzled.
Dazzled in every sense of the word.
Bai Ning had a slightly voluptuous figure, but this voluptuousness was limited to her bust and hips.
Her silk sash was lightly tied, encircling a waist barely graspable;
Her wide sleeves flowed like clouds, carrying her sweet body scent as they fluttered in the wind;
