"Where is the person!"
Tianji Zi entered and questioned unceremoniously.
If the aura of the Mountain Demon Old Demon was like a storm just now, then this old Taoist was like an endless deep sea, making one shiver with fear.
The air in the cave suddenly became oppressively heavy, as if sinking into thick sludge, with a faint sound of thunder rumbling.
Fatty Tiger was so frightened that he crouched on the ground, trembling all over.
Zhu Sheng remained expressionless and silent.
He recalled the last time he sparred with his master.
At that time, Songfengzi was already at the Celestial Tribulation Realm, and the pressure was such that one couldn't muster the will to resist, yet his master still forced him to draw his sword again and again.
The master said: Sword cultivation is arduous, but the most fearsome thing is losing the courage to draw your sword.
