The wind grew stronger.
It billowed the Silver Sea Embroidered Gold Daoist Robe around the Sword Maiden, outlining her delicate frame and her pale, small face.
Her slender, bamboo shoot-like hands silently conveyed everything, her eyes shone with determination, and her lips curled with a sense of satisfaction.
At this moment, heaven and earth fell silent.
Everyone watched the scene unfold with disbelief, their eyes filled with utter shock!
Su Bei stood with his hands behind his back, smiling as he watched everything. He stepped forward to gently caress the Sword Maiden's head and said softly,
"She said."
"Those on the stage are all remarkable people."
Moonlight scattered, casting its glow upon those hundred faces.
They were smiling, tears tracing the contours of their faces.
Su Bei looked at the disciples of the Sacred Land, faced the Sky Mirror, and heaved a sigh, then smiled faintly, as if he didn't care at all about the previous comments from Wuhua Palace.
