"Senior Long, long time no see!"
Ning Daoran clasped his hands with a respectful smile.
"No need for words."
The Old Dragon Head raised his sword, his gaze icy cold, "I will show no mercy!"
"Very well, please enlighten me!"
Mana surged wildly, and in an instant, the ninety-eighth floor was filled with the clash of blades and swords.
…
Outside the Divine Fire Tower.
In the void, two figures stood. One was Long Xian'er, the other Zhang Qinghe.
"He's so quick to challenge the ninety-eighth floor... "
Long Xian'er bit her red lips and said, "Ever since my grandfather declared he would travel the Jianghu alone, he has disappeared without a trace. The only presence accompanying me in the Divine Fire Sect is this spirit essence body left behind on the ninety-eight floor..."
"Xian'er, don't be sad. Your husband will always be by your side."
