She was already riding a tiger, unable to dismount. Several times she thought of throwing her sword aside and retreating. But the sword hilt seemed to stick to her palm, yin and yang entangled, the principle of which was profound. Sweat beaded on Wen Caishang's forehead as she grew more strained. Her beautiful eyes were filled with extreme shock: "This is clearly the Yin Yang Immortal Lovers Sword, even if you've reached the peak, you shouldn't be this formidable. What kind of sorcery did you use?"
Li Xian chuckled, "Madam, have you ever heard of the 'Great Self' realm?"
