"This is..."
As Meng Qing's fatal sword strike was interrupted, she was suddenly filled with suspicion and confusion. Her Divine Sense swept through the entire world, trying to locate the person who struck the sword, the direction it came from.
However, this sword strike came without warning, leaving no trace, as if it didn't belong to this time and space.
Someone wielded a sword in another time-space, forcibly interfering with this one.
This kind of ability is undoubtedly absurdly strong.
But Meng Qing didn't care about this; what she cared most about was that this sword gave her a tinge of familiarity, as if...
"Sister Meng Qing, please tell me, what exactly happened?" Xia Shiyun sensed something was wrong, and her heart was inexplicably flustered.
