The dust on the small island settled.
The fallen banyan tree, a complete mess.
On the huge trunk of the banyan tree, requiring several people to embrace, lying on the ground, stood two figures.
One was Lin Fei. Even though leaves flew everywhere just now, and the dust rolled, his clothing was spotless.
His expression was calm as still water, without a ripple, and there was not a single injury on his entire body.
On the other end of the trunk stood the Qinghe Sword.
But his appearance left people greatly surprised.
His hair was messy, like a bird's nest, filled with branches and leaves, his face covered with dust, looking haggard. The originally elegant white kimono on him was now in tatters, making him appear like a beggar.
The audience by the lake, seeing this, seemed to explode.
"What on earth happened?"
"How did Young Master Qinghe become like this?"
"And wasn't that Huaxia person killed? How is he unharmed?"
