Lin Xinghe tipped her toes against the ground, her figure sweeping through the air like a swallow, Sword Essence weaving a ring of silver-blue light arcs around her.
A cold flash appeared in her eyes, yet her mind was already clear: the Xuanying was merely a decoy, and the true threat was the figure in black robes before her.
"Who on earth are you?" Her voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable sense of oppression.
Chapter 231