Under the myriad of gazes of anticipation that were coming from the surroundings, a woman in a green dress had slowly appeared within everyone’s fields of vision. She had a single arm, and she held a black ancient sheathe in her left hand.

Yang Ye’s brows knit together tightly upon seeing her because it was none other than Mo Qingyu who he’s chopped an arm off from on that day. He hadn’t expected that she’d actually become the Sword Emperor. His gaze descended onto the ...