If a person's presence could be compared to sword Qi—fierce and unstoppable—then Yiye Zhiqiu right now was the very embodiment of it.
Once that astonishing aura surged outward, it felt as unpredictable and impossible to guard against as a stray wisp of white cloud in the azure sky.
Even though Yiye Zhiqiu stood quietly upon a large tree, Ye Long could deeply feel an inexplicable sense of oppression.
Chapter 146