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

Her voice was flat and unremarkable, not particularly cold either.


Upon closer inspection, the woman looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old.


Dressed in white, her figure was exquisite.


The mountain breeze lightly lifted her simple tied hair along with her white clothes.


The slightly upturned corners of her eyes displayed a trace of coldness, her gaze naturally swept over Zhao Yu Yan and met Zhao Fei's eyes.


The siblings, accustomed to Jianghu, were rather experienced.


Yet, they couldn't identify any sect symbols from her clothes or the longsword at her waist.


How could a woman of such youthful beauty speak as if she were a hermit hidden deep in the mountains?


Driven by curiosity, the siblings immediately dismissed her suggestion to leave.


Yang Juncai, who had been silent, spoke up anxiously,


Episode Twelve: Diancang's Eagle (12)