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 lighting was dim, yet Zhao Rong could clearly see the delightful joy that filled the captivating face before him.


The girl's joy made him wear a smile as well.


Knowing Lan was of such a lively disposition, Zhao Rong again blew on the spark to light the lamp.


Little did he know, she came close with a gentle scent, blew out the light with one breath, and without saying a word, barely contained her giggles.


Zhao Rong lit the spark for the third time, his hand moving toward the lamp, yet his eyes were firmly fixed on those enchanting eyes by the window.


The look in his eyes seemed to say, "Blow it out again, and I won't light the lamp tonight."


"Brother, why don't you play it like the book says?"


Lan didn't blow out the flame this time, yet her voice remained as uniquely gentle and melodious as ever.


Chapter 165: Dawn Breaks! (8.138k)