Sword light and demonic energy intertwined, staging a thrilling battle in these ruins.
Finally, the battle ended. Ye Feng was still panting when the dark figure was pierced through the heart by a sword and vanished in a wisp of smoke.
The surroundings grew quieter and quieter; it seemed as if he were the only person in the entire town.
Ye Feng continued walking forward, and another strange floral fragrance wafted over.
Ye Feng's body swayed slightly; the fragrance was strange.
Ah Li appeared beside Ye Feng and helped him up, asking, "Are you alright?"
Ye Feng shook his head, sheathed his longsword, and leaned weakly against Ah Li, saying, "Uncle-Master, it's so good that you're alright."
Ah Li raised an eyebrow slightly. She had seen how this person had shown off his skills just now, and now he was pretending to be weak.
If she doesn't cooperate, wouldn't that be unreasonable?
Ah Li helped Ye Feng up, and the two of them flashed into a dusty room.
Ahri waved her hand, and the bed, which was covered in dust, was instantly clean.
Ah Li helped Ye Feng to sit down on the edge of the bed and said, "You should rest here first."
Ye Feng's face was flushed. He held Ah Li's hand and said, "Uncle-Master, I'm in pain. Please help me."
That fragrance just now was the seductive scent of a demon.
He could have avoided it, but he wanted to try and see if his martial uncle would help him.
He really wanted to get closer to his martial uncle.
I miss you so much, it hurts my heart.
When he first entered the Lingtian Sect, he immediately noticed that his senior uncle, who was sitting on the high platform, was like a goddess from the heavens, serene and detached, with a noble and pure temperament, and a sacred and inviolable aura that made people hold their breath and stare at him.
He was fortunate enough to see his uncle smile; it was brief but heartwarming.
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