Long Baobao always thought that Brother Feng would take good care of Sister Yue. Who would've thought that one day, he would point a sword at Ye Lingyue.
He could see that when Brother Feng's sword pointed at Sister Yue, a glimmer of tears flashed in Sister Yue's eyes.
Long Baobao's accusation further reminded Ye Lingyue.
The man before her was as cold as iron. His facial features were so familiar, but the look in his eyes held no past affection for her.
The sword in his hand was the Nine Dragon Chant she had refined, still flowing with his blood.
She was wrong. She shouldn't have come to Sifang City to participate in that nonsense of the World's First Refining, nor should she have refined the Nine Dragon Chant for an ancestor of the Ye Family who passed long ago.
Sifang City was the nightmare for both of them.
But who could tell her how to wake up from this nightmare?
The Nine Dragon Roar sword was pitch black, with its blade flickering with gloomy sword qi.
