A petal floated in the air, just in front of Long Yu and the nun. Long Yu looked at the book in his hand with a cold face. Swords emerged from the Bagua formation on the ground, and a sword appeared behind him.

The nun held a Buddhist whisk in her left hand, looking at the petals in the air with disdain, and an invisible air current surrounded her. The air was silent, without the sound of wind, and the sea of flowers on the ground was frozen in front of her.

Long Yu ...