The sky was shrouded in a sea of clouds, with misty waves flowing between the peaks.
Between heaven and earth, a mysterious youth wearing a green hat and blue raincoat walked alone.
"Buzz~"
The Cold Night Sword trembled slightly, as if reminding the youth that he was not alone.
"What?" Lu Ran reached into his waist and grasped the hilt of the sword.
A celestial figure quietly appeared, lying on his back with her side face resting on his shoulder, whispering, "We're almost there."
"Oh?" Lu Ran felt a stir in his heart, "Are we very close to the opponent?"
"Yes." The Cold Night Sword Spirit responded softly.
Unconsciously, the person and the sword had been traveling for nearly half a month.
The Heavenly Realm Battlefield was fraught with dangers, yet Liang Ye felt incredibly at peace, and moreover, time seemed to fly by, leaving him helpless.
