Yun Ran drew her Peach Wood Sword; with the blessing of the ancestral Sword Intent, its imposing aura became even more formidable.
Who would have thought that this oddly shaped Peach Wood Sword was actually an inherited treasure of the Qingfeng Temple.
Not every sword can withstand the ancestral Sword Intent, and this Peach Wood Sword happens to be one of them that can.
Mo Zhi, who had been sleeping soundly, suddenly felt a shiver run through her body, her entire being prickling with uneasy sensation, immediately after Yun Ran drew her Peach Wood Sword.
She hurriedly opened her eyes and couldn't help but murmur in her heart: Could it be that some formidable opponent is seeking out the master?
She then poked her head out of the Jade Token, but saw nothing unusual—everyone around her was the same as before and familiar to her.
Immediately, Mo Zhi turned her attention to the direction that had given her a sense of unease.
