"... "
At the moment he threw out Xuan Cang, Xiao Wanfeng admitted, he acted on impulse.
It wasn't Xuan Cang's guidance, it was just that the blood rushed to his head, and seeing Master Siren struggling alone at the front, he didn't think much and just acted.
And when all the eyes of the mountain turned, from the Burial Sword Tomb, Fringe Moon Immortal City, the Feng family in the Southern Region, and even sword deities like Elder Wuyue...
Everyone knew that at this moment, across the five regions, it wasn't just the spectators, but all eyes were drawn to this moment because of his action. There was a moment when boldness surged within Xiao Wanfeng, and it was genuine.
"Wu..."
But amidst the chaotic thoughts and feelings, he heard the sorrowful cry of Xuan Cang again.
This sword, which usually instigated him into troubles with others, was now clearly telling him to draw the sword and leave quickly, not to steal the limelight!
Should he leave?
