A nonsensical utterance.
From a distance of more than fifteen steps, a woman of extraordinary demeanor and dress sighed gently. Behind Wang Anfeng, the two swords vibrated incessantly as if stimulated; lightning snaked around the wooden sword, and the broad sword from Qingfeng Edge, restless, nearly leapt forward.
Wang Anfeng took a deep breath and reached directly for the hilt of the wooden sword.
Thunder clung to it, twining around his right forearm, momentarily mingled with faint Buddhist golden light, becoming even more furious and violent, as though facing the most unbearable atmosphere in the world.
He glanced upward and saw the woman, undeterminable whether human or celestial, slowly approaching him. Clouds above compressed in layers, nearly bearing down on the grand city of Jiangnan.
The clouds transformed continuously, creating the illusion of dragon figures dancing in the air.
