Shi Miao smiled, revealing white teeth, as if saying, you got it right.
Su Jiuzhe fell silent for a moment; only those who experienced the battle ten thousand years ago can truly understand how hated the Ancient Demon is.
He and Shi Miao are considered comrades from the same era.
It's just that they fought in different domains, Shi Miao in the Southern Domain, and he in the Northern Domain.
"Alright, then I'll see you off."
Su Jiuzhe nodded, then put down his wine jug and rarely stood up.
As he stood, his gray-white hair cascaded down his shoulders like a waterfall, and with a virtual grip of his hand, a simple, mud-stained sword emerged from the void, landing in his palm.
Spring Slash Emperor Sword!
The sword's blade was ancient and pale, like decaying white bones.
"Kid, your pastries aren't bad."
Holding the Spring Slash Emperor Sword, Su Jiuzhe suddenly said.
