What is that?
Wei Qingye hesitated for a moment.
But in the next breath, he saw amidst the bronze light, a cultivator with half black and half white hair, leaning on his sword, looking towards him.
The cultivator had an unmistakable sharp sword qi about him, standing out from the crowd. Even among the many cultivators Wei Qingye had met in his life, this one was unmatched in presence.
"Who are you?" Without hesitation, he directly asked, "Is there any way I can help Brother Li?"
His words had no hint of cordiality — this was typical for sword cultivators. At critical moments, who had time for pleasantries?
Besides.
If you don't have the ability and still block me, beware I might unleash harsh words!
In any case, Wei Qingye was in a bad mood.
"Heh." The sword cultivator naturally understood Wei Qingye's current mood, as he had once felt the same urgency, only to despair with no way forward.
He lived extra life spans.
He existed for extra days.
