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

East winds howl, the clatter of horse hooves incesstant on the official road leading west from Qinglong.


Under the eaves of the tea shack hangs an ancient red lantern, swaying endlessly; at night, the light and shadows would certainly intermingle.


That girl with the sheer veil leaned lightly against the vermilion pillar, marked with mottled traces, her gaze pierced through the white gauze disturbed by the east wind, fixated on the young man's face in front of her.


Despite her younger brother's timid nature, his abilities were by no means weak.


The youth was slightly nervous, his hand involuntarily moving towards the bamboo flute next to the teacup.


"Sister, Third Senior Brother usually has the best temper, but if it's something... something his master has ordered, he often carries it out impartially, without leaving room for sentiment."


"If it were Fourth Senior Brother, that would be easier to talk to."


Chapter Four: Diancang's Eagle (4)