Chapitre 957: Li Qingshi's Seven-Story Sword Pavilion (2)

Regarding the treasures gifted by Han Muye, Mu Wan couldn't refuse and reached out to accept them, carefully exploring with her divine sense.

"How strange, this wooden staff seems… seems like I've seen it before…"

Mu Wan held the wooden staff, her eyes revealing a hint of confusion. "It's as if it's a part of my body."

An imperceptible, faint green aura circulated between her and the wooden staff.

The decay within the staff dissipated, and an imperceptible power began to revive."

"Boom!"

In the distance, a rumbling sound echoed.

Han Muye landed on the deck of the flying ship.

Ahead, Zhao Yu and other disciples of the Sword Pavilion stood with swords in hand.

"Brother Han, rest assured, it's just a common chaotic battle," Zhao Yu shouted loudly upon seeing Han Muye disembark from the flying boat.

Along their journey, they had witnessed numerous instances of chaotic warfare.