Calm
Across the boundless desert, many powerful cultivators glowed all over, sacred and incomparable. This was their first time facing the man of legend.
He lacked the aura described in the legends. He looked like an exiled immortal descending from the heavens, ethereal in bearing, his white hair loose and swaying in the breeze, his robes fluttering.
"Wow, he's pretty handsome." When the girl in the emerald floral dress saw Xu Changqing, her eyes lit up uncontrollably.
Whoosh!
A streak of cold light suddenly slashed straight at her. She reacted at once, but she was still sent flying by a single sword strike.
Mu Miaomiao was hidden beneath her hat.
The crowd was left speechless. Wasn't that far too overbearing? They could not even praise Wuqing once?
"Hehe, big sister really is domineering." The girl rose from the desert with a cold smile on her face, green light flickering in her eyes as though she were preparing for a great battle.
Xu Changqing remained expressionless, silently watching the many powerful cultivators across from him as if they were clowns.
A white halo surrounded him, blocking Mu Miaomiao's Sword Intent. Sparks occasionally flew from it.
Whatever Mu Miaomiao became had nothing to do with him.
"Little Qingqing, stop fooling around. Come home with me." In the blink of an eye, Mu Miaomiao revealed a beautiful smile. Fluorescence flowed around her two little fangs, and her large crescent-moon eyes narrowed.
Xu Changqing still stood in the air without expression, silently watching Mu Miaomiao without saying a word.
The atmosphere instantly froze.
Disappointment appeared on Mu Miaomiao's face. She sighed and said, "You severed your emotions. Since that is the case, I can only sever your path, take you home, and restore you."
As she spoke, she made her move. Under countless watchful