Just as Su Han was en route to Qingmo City, the war had already begun.
Yaoguang Peak was as desolate and bleak as ever, a scene of utter ruin.
Leiming was instructing Ning Feifan. Although his points were not as incisive as Su Han's, his guidance, offered from a high-level perspective, was of considerable help to Ning Feifan. By now, Ning Feifan's Realm had not only completely stabilized, but his Taiyin Netherworld Sword Qi had also achieved some proficiency. When he struck, his slash was as cold as ice and incomparably sharp.
"Hm?"
Suddenly, Leiming's expression shifted. He moved Ning Feifan behind him and looked up toward a certain spot. He saw spatial ripples undulate in an empty patch of air, and soon after, a figure emerged from the void.
