What a childish and foolish person.
Ning Feiyan looked at the cold and murderous scene, not in fear, but rather with a faint smile. She raised her hand to summon a beautiful and almost demonic narrow scimitar, its blade faintly reflecting ancient incantations.
The tip of the blade lightly tapped the ground, and the fallen leaves, lying dormant on the earth, silently floated upward. Maple leaves rained in reverse, suspended in the air. Between the leaves, countless thread-like golden blade energies quickly connected to form a massive intricate pattern.
Illuminating the long night and myriad tools.
Ning Feiyan stood silently in place, waiting for a long time.
Gradually, she grew a bit impatient and cast a curious and questioning glance at the leader.
