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 setting sun falls in the west, a gentle breeze caresses the Summit of Jueji, delicately dispersing the scent of blood.


From afar, Mount Song reclines like a sleeping giant, its thirty-six peaks piercing the sky; birds soar high above as mountain ranges stretch endlessly below, making the vast blue firmament seem narrow.


That particular mountain, so rich in lush greenery, is now bathed in red glow.


Unsure if it's adorned by the remnants of the setting sun or a haunting vista steeped in crimson blood.


Zhao Rong still stands by the cliff edge, his gaze fixed on the Yellow River, pointing out the misty ridges.


The spectacular scene before him is as ever-changing as the clouds and as diverse as a hundred shifting peaks and dangerous ridges.


His mood, like the scenery, is vague and unpredictable.


To the onlookers from afar, they see only his green robe fluttering in the wind, his hair ornament swaying with the mist.


Chapter 190: All Things of the Past Flow Eastward Like Water