Beiming Zhi shook the folding fan in his hand and said with a smile, "This is a small matter, just follow me, Immortal."
Beiming Zhi took the lead. The moment one of his feet stepped out of the threshold of the Qiwu Pavilion, the expressions of the two guards beside him changed instantly, and they grabbed their young master back by his shoulders, one from the left and one from the right.
The sudden turn of events seemed premeditated. A fierce blade light struck straight toward Jiandan’s face. Before Beiming Zhi could even react, that blade light had already been blocked by the Moxi Sword, which then immediately returned a counter-strike to the attacker.
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