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 evening breeze brushed over the moss-covered grass, with the sound of rustling leaves coming from the green forest along the mountain path, reaching the beautiful spots by the stream.


The night fog and dew filled the sky, the early summer wind passed through the angled bamboo, the blades fluttering like chirping reed pipes.


A splendid night, all the way until the moon sank low.


Bare feet, which were exposed and crossed by the water, had long been dried by the wind, not a drop of water falling.


Everyone in Jianghu knows that the Sword God's Sword Qi reaches the lofty skies, frost white in color, chilling to the bone.


Those who hear his name, without exception, hold him in awe, considering him distant and unapproachable, hardly someone you could get close to.


But how many in the world could know...


His flawless chest, apart from being broad, is also very warm, like a comfortable bed, with not the slightest bit of sharp coldness.


Chapter 193: The Wild Goose Delivers a Letter