Master Binglan stood in midair with one hand behind her back, her light blue sleeved robe fluttering in the wind.
Beside her, the Ice Soul Sword, radiating a translucent, colorful glow, and the dignified Xuan Bing Li Dragon circled around affectionately, with sword chimes mingling with dragon roars echoing through the void.
At that moment, she seemed like the embodiment of ice and snow, even the Ji Ice Holy Land beneath her feet appeared to submit under her presence.
True Person Ziyue's face alternated between red and white, admitting defeat awkwardly, "I am not your opponent. As for the division of the sect, it's not for me to decide."
With the Dao-level Item, Codex inheritance, and a Xuan Bing Li Dragon with impressive bloodline as the Town Pulse Spirit Beast, it indeed was quite qualified to establish a new lineage.
Yet, in her heart, she was filled with envy and resentment. How did she not encounter such a lucky event of discovering an ancient relic?
