Her spear technique was completely different from Jiang Ye's.
If Jiang Ye's spear technique had reached the peak of fierce power.
This woman's spear technique was like piercing cold ice.
Amidst the boundless snowstorm.
That kind of artistic conception also reached its peak.
"This spear technique?" Jiang Ye squinted, momentarily lost in thought.
Having studied spears for half his life, how deep was his understanding of the spear path?
In only an instant, he saw that the woman's spear technique had reached the pinnacle of excellence.
However, she was on a different path.
"Boom~" Suddenly, it was as if a bolt of lightning struck Jiang Ye's mind.
Shaking his dusty soul that had been stagnant for half his life.
The problem that had troubled him for years finally had a flash of insight.
"Swish!"
Jiang Ye abruptly returned to his senses, opened his eyes.
But when he focused his gaze, he saw the lakeside was still pure white, with no sign of anyone there.
