In Dao Lan's hands, the ancient stone sword with gleaming silver patterns let out a long-suppressed roar.

Shan Yunxiu gazed at her lover in a daze.

"This is him.

"This is the man he used to be.

"He, is back," she thought to herself.

Wei Ximin grinned ferociously. Staring at Dao Lan, he said, "Back then, you were no match for me. Now, you are still not my rival. I will once again trample you under my feet and bring you to see ...