In the past, I always believed that as long as Ye Wudao appeared, he would surely be the victorious sword. Even more so, he yelled fanatically, "Impossible—how could this happen! As the sect guardian, he was meant to be invincible, he was... he couldn't fail!"
She immediately fixed her gaze on the cold and chilling Fairy floating in the sky.
Yun Han Immortal regained awareness after Elder Ling Jian spotted her, took a deep breath, and muttered, "What's this palace doing?" He hadn't died. But what... what was this fear?
Wasn't he supposed to be dead?
The Old Swordsman was chastised by Yun Han Immortal and immediately looked at the pit before him.
A long whistle shattered the silence, and suddenly, a figure like that appeared before her and all present. Earlier, Yang Tian slammed the ground—the guardian of Divine Sword Sect, Ye Wudao, was here.
But at this moment, Ye Wudao was no longer the composed figure from before he'd departed.
