Holy Objects
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The voice was distant.
Everyone turned around and saw Xuan Yi standing there.
He was dressed in a white robe and looked like an otherworldly immortal.
The calmness in his eyes made him stood out to the extreme.
Was Xuan Yi angry?
He was furious when he saw Bai Weiwei, but he didn't show it.
Even so, Bai Weiwei couldn't help but to cry when she saw Xuan Yi.
Master had finally arrived!
"Who was it that compared my beloved disciple to those lifeless holy items?"
Xuan Yi's aura surged, and the Spirit-cleansing Path was filled with a gust of strong wind.
And after his cultivation recovered, the gravitational force attacked. Xuan Yi pushed against the boundless gravitational force and walked over step by step.
"Do you know that this is my beloved disciple?"
"How dare you humiliate her like this! Have you thought about how you are going to die?"
"Shoo, shoo."