The wind whipped through the mountain valleys, sending waves of pines surging like an ocean. As the sun began to set, the evening mist was dyed in layers of brilliant orange and gold.
A flash of sword light, stained the color of molten gold by the sunset, parted a cluster of falling pine needles and struck straight at the young girl.
This was not a sword style Mu Yin typically used; it was a move belonging to Ren Lingyu. He had seen Ren Lingyu perform it once and, through a moment of insight, had managed to deduce her habitual techniques. When sparring with Jiang Ying, he had suppressed his cultivation to the Qi Condensation stage.
Chapter 135