"West Tower brother, this little girl is so fierce, I wonder if she's like a wildfire in bed with you?"
From the moment Baylor Davenport drew his sword, Ilia Danvers hadn't blinked.
There was only confidence on his face!
This confidence was absolutely unwavering!
"Ilia Danvers, you..." Baylor Davenport steadied her stance, just about to lose her temper.
"I told you. Draw your sword again, and you'll die." The gray-robed elder before Ilia Danvers spoke lightly.
The northern wind brushed past, causing the elder's white hair and beard to sway continuously in the wind.
He was calm and reserved, valuing his words like gold.
But when he acted, it was with the might of a thunderstorm!
The longsword in the elder's hand was quite peculiar; at first glance, it seemed like a sword, but it was actually a very thin blade.
The blade was entirely golden, engraved with dragons and phoenixes, while the hilt was crafted from white jade!
Extremely luxurious!
A royal-given golden sword!
