The sound of a longsword grinding against the ground resonated.
Lu Changgen steadied himself and abruptly lifted his head.
A desolate autumn wind gently blew between the two, and the sky seemed to grow darker.
There was no rainfall, but a low, oppressive mood hung in the air.
"You stay aside, I just need to warm up a bit," Xu Zimei turned and said with a smile to Fan Luoyu.
Fan Luoyu nodded somewhat blankly.
"This blindfold seems to be due for a change," Xu Zimei reached up and touched the cloth over his eyes, grinning lightly.
"It seems I've underestimated you," Lu Changgen sheathed his sword and stood upright, his gaze coldly falling on Xu Zimei as he spoke.
"You said, it's okay if he is killed?" Xu Zimei looked towards Ji Ruobing and asked.
"Moke Ancestor has spoken, how could it be false," Ji Ruobing looked at Moke Ancestor and said with a smile.
Moke Ancestor snorted coldly and did not respond further.
