150 This Sword Is Called Jing Heaven

The setting sun looked like an egg yolk.

The sunset glow shone on a white-clothed man who was stained with blood and unsmiling.

Jing Yue was standing on the boat with his long sword that had gone blunt. He looked back. "The Young Master will not be seeing you. You should leave."

Tang Xiansheng's smile froze on his face.

This man was so blunt…

Tang Xiansheng had heard about Jing Yue. He was quite famous in Sword Sect. Swordsmen were supposed to be brave. However, this weirdo would run faster than anyone when he came across danger.

Tang Xiansheng thought highly of Jing Yue because Jing Yue was just like him. They were the same kind of person. They valued their lives more than anything.

That was why among so many people in Sword Sect, Jing Yue left an impression on him.

However…

At this moment, Tang Xiansheng suddenly found Jing Yue very annoying.

Did Lu Ping'an say anything?