Princess Haung Mei's Invitation

The intensity of Feng Ni's energy resembled a judgment of the heavens. Domineering and merciless!

Just as her spear was about to hit the lotus, the hairs on her neck stood up. An uncomfortable feeling rose up abruptly, striking her heart at such a shocking speed that she flinched and flew backward.

This was fear!

Squinting, she cautiously gazed at the distance. "Did the leader of Autumn Haven's sect arrive? Wouldn't this have an impact on the prestige of the sect?" Feng Lang scowled. "I thought he would have acted wiser."

Elder Feng Liang shot him a glance before flying off the ship. A wooden box appeared before him. It swung open, revealing two identical swords.

As if sensing his gaze, both swords trembled, emitting sounds of lightning. 

Picking up the swords, he hollered, "Sect Leader, did you have to come greet us?" His voice reverberated throughout the mountain.