Hua Yufei hovered in the air, holding the "White Wall Xihua" in one hand, gripping the blade of the Pure Yang Sword with the other.
The edge of the Divine Weapon slowly drew blood from his left hand, and even the strong physique of the Divinity Realm could not protect Hua Yufei's left hand.
However, Hua Yufei paid no mind to his palm and unconsciously mimicked the lip movements of True Master Tianyang as he fell.
"The vestment robe... is from Dragon Tiger Mountain..."
Hua Yufei slowly translated True Master Tianyang's words.
Although he had never learned lip-reading, he remembered the movements of Tianyang's lips vividly. Though it was somewhat strained, Hua Yufei managed to grasp the message True Master Tianyang wanted to convey.
"Vestment robe from Dragon Tiger Mountain? Somewhat expected," someone proficient in lip-reading below also caught the message Hua Yufei read aloud.
