"With just your strength, trying to rescue someone from my grasp is simply dreaming."
Hua Xian'er withdrew the Seven Layered Magic Space, and instantly countless powder scattered down, like dust filling the sky; these were the remnants of six Flying Swords.
"I did not expect someone so young to have reached such a level of cultivation."
The hidden person sighed, then transformed into a ray of blue light, flying in from afar. This person was dressed in a Daoist Robe, with white hair and silver beard, exuding an aura beyond the mundane, while riding a Nine-headed Lion and standing in the Void.
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Hua Xian'er would have found it difficult to believe that someone like him would assist Ou Yifei, a Heavenly People Clan remnant.
On the surface, the person before her was undoubtedly a highly respected cultivation elder, but the facts were clear; the only thought in Hua Xian'er's mind was four words — hypocritical appearance.
