Imagine this scene, years later, everyone in the city of Jiangxia will remember this moment. You know, this sight of white clothes rivals the snow is truly captivating, even after so much time, Long Yan was recounted by storytellers endlessly mythologizing Jian Wuchen.
What with one sword under the heavens, what with the strongest sword in the cultivation world today.
But Long Yan just took it as a joke. This scene was truly enough to daunt this troop of hundreds of soldiers, even Di Zishu came; the moment he saw Long Yan in the crowd, his mind seemed to crash like a computer.
"Long... Long Yan, capture him for me!"
Regaining his composure, he pointed at Long Yan in the crowd in frustration, and upon hearing his name called out, realizing it was Di Zishu, Long Yan flashed a grin at him.
"Hurry, you lot of food, bring the nearest Emperor Clan troops over."
