Da Xuan Martial Saint
A thousand-year dynasty would inevitably face decay, and a hundred-year noble family would eventually return to dust. What in this world could last forever? Was it an Immortal Body, tempered a thousand times, or the Martial Arts will, in Heart Unity with heaven and earth? Chen Mu came to this world, his sword in hand, and when he turned back at dusk, countless heroes and millennium-old Demons had all turned to dust, leaving only one person on the road paved with yellow sand.
Chapter 89 Yu Ru
The vendor watched helplessly as Chen Yue and Yu Ru walked away, then glared resentfully at his nearby competitors before turning to take the jade hairpin back to his stall. However, a sudden flick of a folding fan came horizontally, striking him squarely on the wrist.
"Ouch."
The vendor cried out, the jade hairpin flying from his hand, only to be deftly caught by someone with the folding fan.
Just as he was about to erupt in anger, he saw the appearance of the person with the folding fan, and his rage dissipated instantly. He stepped back twice, tremblingly saying, "Nan... Young Master Nan..."
The one called Young Master Nan was dressed in an ornate brocade robe, holding a purple wooden folding fan in his hand, the hairpin lightly resting on the fan's ribs. He didn't even look at the vendor but thoughtfully watched the retreating figures of Chen Yue and Yu Ru.
He then stepped forward and followed them.