Lian Wanli held the Qinglong Falchion in her right hand, and the tip of it was pulled on the ground. There was a faint sound of dragons on the blade.

She stood still in front of Ye Xuan, and did not move away!

In front of Lian Wanli, there was an old man. His hair was all white. His face was full of wrinkles. His eyes were like the eagle’s, as sharp as a falchion. But not far beside the old man, there was a man in black with his feet floating in the air. He was ...