Bai Ruxue stared fixedly at the approaching Exquisite Pagoda.
Just as the pagoda was about to descend and suppress her, with disaster hanging by a thread—
A gentle breeze suddenly brushed across her face.
It carried a faint scent of ink, refreshing and soothing.
When the Exquisite Pagoda was only ten feet from Bai Ruxue, it stopped in midair, unable to descend any farther.
The breeze, fluttering like turning pages, seemed to become a pair of invisible hands that held the pagoda aloft.
Daoist Tianqiong furrowed his brows and turned to look into the distance.
A man in a green robe was walking toward him, a long sword in hand.
With each step, he appeared several yards farther ahead.
When he drew near, the scholar in green raised his sword and swung it down before Daoist Tianqiong could even speak.
Daoist Tianqiong's heart lurched. He instinctively tried to dodge, but the sword fell like a thunderclap, leaving him no time to react.
His enormous Manifestation of Law took the full brunt of that fearsome strike.
Cracks like a spiderweb spread across his manifested body, as if porcelain had shattered.
The scholar in green turned his wrist and swung again without hesitation.
"Vmmm!"
A fierce Sword Qi tore through the air and struck the pagoda with pinpoint accuracy.
The overwhelming Sword Qi sent the Exquisite Pagoda flying backward, its light flickering.
Seeing that familiar figure not far away, Bai Ruxue looked dazed, as if she were dreaming.
To her, her parting from Xiao Mo felt as though it had happened only yesterday.
But when she looked at Xiao Mo's weathered face and the striking silver strands amid his black hair,
her heart ached. She couldn't help wondering what he had gone through all these years.
Xiao Mo gazed at the white