Luoxiao Immortal Palace

Yufang Mountain. The Blind Woman stood atop the mountain, leaning on her sword. Black satin covered her eyes, her long hair danced softly in the wind, and now and then a few withered leaves swirled over in the autumn breeze, brushing past her blade and robes. "Senior Sister." Chen Sanshi hurried over. Looking down below, he saw that a large number of cultivators had already gathered there. Qingxu Sect's "True Person Jiuhuan," Wusheng Gate's "Tingsong Guest," Jiuyou Alliance's "Lin Xuzhou," Heavenly Sword Sect's "Pei Ji," and many others. Perhaps because spiritual energy had improved the air quality, the air in this cultivation world was countless times fresher than in the mortal realm. Lin Feng's uncle, Lin Chuanming, naturally would not hide this from Lin Feng. Since Minister Xie had already said it, there was no point in concealing it. Duan Tiande was the first to agree with Ge Huiqian. At the time, he had only been thinking of how to turn the emperor into an empty figurehead. He had never imagined it would be a wrong move; who could have thought it would throw the country into chaos? If so, his sin would be immense. Bandits would plague the surrounding regions, killing and fighting would erupt again and again, and he would become a sinner reviled for all eternity. After the Japanese Army advanced to within 150 meters of the Eighth Route Army positions, they stopped their attack. Japanese Army soldiers scattered and lay prone on the road and in the roadside ditches, firing densely at the Eighth Route Army positions. The Japanese Army knew that unless they came within 150 meters, the Eighth Route Army would not open fire. Minister Xie's question immediately drew everyone's attention in the hall. As if by prior agreement, they all turned their eyes