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

Gently turning over, she rested one cheek on her hand and looked towards the young man standing at the doorway, lit by the lamplight.


Mr. Wen's painting skills were so exquisite that the people in his paintings seemed alive.


But after all, those were just paintings, a black and white world, intangible.


The people in this colorful and vibrant world before her eyes were real.


She had never seen someone so handsome, and he was a detestable young man about the same age as her.


After staring for a long time, she unknowingly closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.


The young girl on the bed was awakened by the neighing of a horse; she instinctively reached for the hilt of her sword, and in a moment, she was fully awake, safe and sound.


Zhao Rong had already fed the horses and, upon returning to the temple, found Ren Yingying packing her belongings.


They set off at dawn, each riding a horse.


The breaking of branches the night before indicated a heavy snowfall.


Chapter 161: West Lake Mei Manor (8.484k)_2