The white-haired Taoist priest stood on the lotus pavilion platform...what is he going to do?

Zhou You smiled.

Fuyao also smiled.

They met and smiled, but the two of them had no grudges at all.

The three people who were full of energy and were extremely sharp more than ten years ago now seem to have their sharp horns smoothed out by life. The sword energy in the sleeves is still there, but only softness is left.

Fu Yao raised his sleeves slightly.

Ye Hongfu, who was standing beside her, was held back by a breeze, and flew back uncontrollably, and was extremely gentle by this force.

Ye Hongfu looked at his master in shock.

There were only two people left on the Lotus Pagoda.

The white-haired Taoist priest took off the purple-green ancient sword at his waist, pressed the hilt with one hand, pressed the sword tip against the scabbard, and gently knocked on the ground.

One-handed pestle sword.

He spoke softly.
Chapter completed!