1292 heavenly sword Lingyun

“Heavenly Sword Lingyun, has this Ling Jian ‘er gotten over it? has she acknowledged her father?”

“What Will Heavenly Sword Lingyun be? The welcoming ceremony her father held for her?”

Wang Xian looked at the words on the invitation letter and guessed curiously.

Heavenly Sword Lingyun would be held on the island of the Heavenly Sword sect two days later.

Wang Xian thought about it and kept the invitation letter. He could go and take a look at the Heavenly Sword Lingyun meeting in two days.

The night passed quickly. The next morning, Wang Xian arrived at the island of the Radiant Dragon Empire punctually according to the time.

When Wang Xian arrived, he yuan and long Xiaotian had already arrived.

“Brother Wang Xian, the remaining spiritual liquid is for you!”

He Yuan waved his arm and threw a porcelain bottle at him.