"Qin Yang, when are you planning to recruit disciples into the sect?"
Old Qiao was eating gleaming grapes, his gaze slightly focused, as he looked at Qin Yang and asked.
"Tomorrow!"
A flash of light gleamed in Qin Yang's eyes as he spoke.
"I will notify the world first as a cultivator."
Qin Yang stood up, looked in the direction of Yunshui City, and at the movement of his heart and spirit, the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword flashed out.
Instead of informing them through video, it would be more shocking to go personally.
Swoosh!
With a step, his garments fluttered, and he stood atop the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword.
Whoosh!
The Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword drew a rainbow beam, shooting toward Yunshui City.
Seven-thirty in the morning.
This was precisely the rush hour for people going to work.
Even though Earth might face invasion at any time, the majority of people continued to work, as life must still go on.
