Showing Respect to Saint Servant's Chief

"Sword Will?"

At this critical moment, the eyelids of the sleepy-eyed masked man on Cen Qiaofu's back trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Just as he raised his head, his eyes focused on the billowing dust ten thousand miles away.

Then, he turned his head and looked at the blue-robed middle-aged man who was facing the young man and had his back towards him.

"Gou Wuyue..."

The masked man seemed to be reminiscing as he muttered softly. It was unknown what he was thinking about in his turbid eyes. After a long time, he finally fixed his eyes on the famed sword in Gou Wuyue's hand, The Voice of Nulan.

"Buzz!"

Along with the sword cries, a demonic wind seemed to be blowing in the sky. It whistled continuously and everyone felt a chill in their hearts.