Nineteen, Help Me Choose a Sword Too
Editor: Atlas Studios
It was also a transmission of power through the air. At this moment, the black-robed middle-aged man that Han Muye saw was like a bright moon compared to the Southern Wasteland expert.
This person's power was transmitted from tens of thousands of miles away. It was magnificent in the seemingly vast and mighty world.
What level of great cultivator was this?
Looking at the middle-aged man's smiling face, Han Muye slowly released his sword.
He did not infuse the sword qi into the sword, so he naturally released it whenever he wanted.
The middle-aged man in the green robe looked stunned. He sized up Han Muye, then chuckled and disappeared.
In the Central Continent Imperial City, tens of thousands of miles away, a faint voice could be heard in a towering hall.
"Men, go to Nine Mystic Mountain in the Western Frontier to take a look."
A moment later, a flying mount came galloping.