Fang Zixing hadn't been cultivating for long, when he heard a vibration from the sword ball, emitting a clear sound that echoed through the skies. He suddenly opened his eyes and shouted, "Who is spying nearby?"
A woman's laughter, as crisp as silver bells, sounded in the clouds. Miss Shan stepped out from the clouds and said, "True Master Zhang, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
As she appeared, Zhao Xiong also swayed his body and stepped out at the same time.
Holding a golden melon hammer in his hand, he stood there laughing uncontrollably, his figure several feet tall and shaking nonstop, looking extremely fierce and evil.
Miss Shan knew Zhang Yan was hard to deal with, so she gently blew, and a pink mist rose from her cloud-like hair, revealing a Nascent Soul surrounded by red light, holding a flower branch, with a Feather Robe and golden silk belt, flowing gracefully in the wind.
