Dusk settled heavily.
The moon rose above the willow branches.
It was a full moon.
With the Swordcloud Conference approaching, the major sects had flocked to Luo City.
The clash of weapons rang out intermittently inside the inn.
The conference had yet to officially begin, but the atmosphere was already tense.
Everyone saw everyone else as an opponent.
Killing intent simmered beneath the surface.
Wherever Xiao Qinghe went, icy gazes followed him.
Yet when they saw him wearing the guise of the Demon-Slaying Sect's Chief Seat, they stiffened again, not daring to make a rash move.
Who knew Master's reputation carried so far?
Xiao Qinghe swept a cold gaze over them.
"I-Immortal Venerable Bai..."
The man who had been about to draw his sword immediately lowered his head and stepped aside.
He could not even get his words out properly.
Xiao Qinghe, whose acting skills were soaring, nodded indifferently.
So this was what successfully showing off felt like!
So this was what being a big shot felt like!
Awesome!
Just then, the system chimed.
[Thank you to our enthusiastic reader, "Yan and Wen, Keep Fighting, Damn It!" for offering the host advice and donating a crucial item! Host, please find a way to give them this item to resolve the hatred between Wen Changgeng and Yan Yunhe. We wish you a speedy completion of your mission!]
As the electronic voice faded, a small porcelain bottle appeared out of thin air in Xiao Qinghe's hand.
There were no written instructions whatsoever.
The crucial item the reader had donated to help him break up their fight was actually a bottle of jade balm?
Surprised, Xiao Qinghe poured a little out.
A colorless, almost transparent liquid flowed onto his fingertips, slightly viscous.
He rubbed it between his fingertips.
It was warm