"There is a fog in the lake of my heart, just blow it away."

"The Taoist heart is covered with dust, so it will be cut off with the spiritual treasure in the palm."

The young man had already walked out of the courtyard, and a firm voice could be heard vaguely in the distance: "I will cut the dust with my heart sword."

Mingjian stood in the courtyard, motionless. The only thing that changed was his eyes, which gradually became clearer and clearer from confusion.

After an unknown amount of time, he closed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Duan Chen!"

A whisk in the room that had been silent for a long time began to tremble slightly.

...

Shen Yu stopped while walking among the mountains and forests, looking at the horizon as if expecting something.

Half an hour later, a white spiritual energy rose into the sky from that courtyard, followed by the sounds of shattering.

Like ice cubes breaking, it was crisp and clear, resounding throughout the entire Cuizhu Peak.

All the disciples in the mountain looked over there in surprise.

Shen Yu smiled slightly.

This was the first time he smiled after coming to Daozong.

In the past three thousand years, there have been very few people who can keep him in mind, and he doesn't even care about Ming Jian.

However, there is one more person walking along the road.

Also excellent.


Chapter completed!