Mo Tian Sheng's gaze fixed on the heroic young man, a dignified giant of divine power, yet his steps seemed somewhat unsteady, as if walking on cotton, wobbling as he passed through the front courtyard.
The closer he got, the more violently the void and illusory sensation hidden at his brow throbbed, resonating like a dragon's chant.
Mo Tian Sheng felt the Sword Sect's divine weapon, as thin as ice yet nearly transparent.
The familiar sense of unease was just like meeting an old friend after a long journey.
The gaze of the Dragon Sword looking at Bai Qi became increasingly gentle.
He had joined the Sword Sect at a young age, sent to the mountain gate as a child.
However, due to mediocre talent, he was only selected for the outer sect to perform miscellaneous tasks.
