Xia Ruxue felt a sweet sensation in her heart.
She lowered her head, saying nothing.
"Who hurt you?"
Yi Lin's voice was soft and calm, yet it struck everyone's hearts like a sledgehammer.
Shh, shh, shh.
On the Heavenly Sword Sect's side, everyone's eyes turned toward Morro Hall.
The people in Morro Hall were not just the demon of this era but also the demon head Lin Yi who caused chaos in the Da Qian Dynasty a hundred years ago.
But they all knew that this demon in front of them was not to be trifled with, capable of destroying the Seven Treasures Lapis Lazuli Tree with a punch, trampling South Yanfu Island, and destroying one of the four major Mysterious Gates of Yan Fu Continent with just one hand.
On Morro Hall's side, everyone was shaking their heads.
They used abundant body language to express: it's definitely not me.
