Bai Zhiqing found himself at a loss for words. While Shang Bieshi’s logic was not hard to understand, it never would have occurred to him. Owing to the fact that Bai Zhiqing was not the type to count on … Read more
Bai Zhiqing thought the day would eventually arrive from Ye Yexin’s first visit – after he got over the initial scare, to be precise. Taking into account the number of lives he took in the process of holding the line, … Read more
“My name isn’t ‘Fiend’. My name is Ye Yexin.” It was a woman adorned in black attire who defeated Ling Hanzhong in one blow and emanated an aura on par with Jian Changzai, yet her gaze on … Read more
“Go!” Bai Zhiqing swallowed the blood that rose into his mouth. With his internal injuries gradually affecting him more, speaking should have been avoided, but he had no choice. “Go! All of you!”… Read more
Even twenty years later, Jian Changzai’s death was shrouded in mystery. Owing to the way he was raised and his determination to be a guardian for the world, he came closest to succeeding the “Sword Deity” title, … Read more
“Why do you learn to wield a broadsword?”
Initially, Bai Zhiqing intended to state it was to uphold justice in the martial world or to inherit martial arts. On second thought, though, he realised he sought ways to slack off … Read more
“Young men have no sense of apprehension. Although I’m still fearless, I really overestimated myself.”
It was not hard to imagine how relaxed and carefree Bai Zhiqing in his twenties when he looked as if he was sunbathing … Read more
Ming Feizhen inwardly cursed upon gaining awareness of what he blurted. Had Jin Buhuan not advised him to remove his disguise, Bai Zhiqing probably would have attacked already. This was also the reason Ming Feizhen tried to avoid … Read more
“He wields a broadsword?”
Jin Buhuan nodded.
Ming Feizhen blinked in rapid succession, then lowered his head to think. Based on Jin Buhuan’s competence and experience, if he was confident that the culprit utilised broadswordplay, then that was … Read more
“How much do you know about Lady Bai, Patriarch Jin?”
The wooden bench creaked as if it was weeping on the golden bear sat onto it, but the indifferent patriarch crossed his arms and cracked a smirk. “If … Read more