Gles held the jade hairpin, an incredibly natural and leisurely elegant smile appearing on his face.
Then, the bow in his hand suddenly underwent a strange transformation, surprisingly morphing into a sword.
He stood on the sword, performing sword flight, using natural divinity to mimic Zhou Yan's method of sword flight.
Although it wasn't entirely similar, it captured eighty percent of the charm!
"The Green Water Sword Dao, the Jiang family's Sword Dao, the Holy Daughter's Sword Dao, I know them too."
Gles chuckled to himself.
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"This... this senior brother, who are you looking for? If you don't have our sect's Soul Order, we can't let you enter the sect's important places, I'm sorry."
The disciple guarding the sect was a male disciple, outstanding in his own right, but upon seeing Gles, he suddenly felt extremely inadequate, lacking even the courage to look up.
