A piece of perilla leaf

As a member of the Hengshan Sect, Zhao Rong's desire to straighten out the workplace grew ever stronger.
As the saying goes, the martial world is slippery, and people's hearts are complicated.
When it comes to art, our Hengshan Sect is crowded with big shots, the sound of Xiaoxiang's night rain, the study of Guangling San, making quite the noise.
But when it comes to combat strength, who can boast about their DPS(damage per second)?
Even Shangguan Yun, who could be laid out in a second by the demonic sect’s elders, had something to say, "I've been part of a raid against a world Boss, what achievements do you from Mount Heng have?"
"Mr. Yue's sister store from next door is behind in management mode, it needs to align with Alliance Hierarch's five-year plan."
"The direction must be clear."
"We need to focus on combat strength, we need to develop the guild!"
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Hengshan Sect's Strongest Sword Cultivator

The relentless drizzle mirrored the pouring of a water jug, filling the countryside with a coolness that spread far and wide.


Early spring's sudden downpour brought wave after wave of chill, as if a mighty flood had inundated the Xiaoxiang countryside. Yet, it also turned the thousand trees near the riverbank to a sweeping green, with one peak beyond the sky a boundless blue.


Having just returned to the pavilion, Lu Lianrong removed his soaked jacket and casually threw away the reed hat.


Raising his water-stained sleeves, he wiped his face haphazardly, his fatigue and exhaustion making him look even older. Only after drinking two cups of tea did his spirit somewhat revive.


Chapter 100: Night Battle at White Horse! (8.273K!)